Why do you support Bristol Rovers ??

First taken to see the Rovers in 1969 by my Mum. She was a Gashead, as was her Dad.
So I suppose it's because it runs in the family.

Taken to Eastville by my grandfather to see Swindon Town in Sept 1966. Totally hooked from that day onwards. My late father took me until I was old enough to go by myself and now I'm taking my youngest lad. Certainly runs in the family - some ancestors of mine played for the Rovers many years ago. It's in the blood. Born and bred around the Fishponds area of Bristol so was my local team.

Because im from Kingswood and all my family, parents, grandparents etc supported them from the day B.R.F.C. were formed till the present day and for evermore, weve got blue blood its not optional..BETTER DEAD THAN RED...UP THE GAS !

My Dad managed to get some tickets for a home match at Eastville against Southampton (April 1976) aged 10. I'm probably wrong but thought that David Williams and Frankie Prince scored in a 2-0 win. The atmosphere from the Tote was electric and I was immediately hooked. Good job because my next match was a 5-1 home defeat by Wolves. The significance of the Wolves match ....The last time Rovers had a home attendance in excess of 20,000 for a league match

I started watching Rovers at Eastville (circa 1968) because my dad took me (at my request) and there were not too many other things competing.

The question I have is why on earth would anyone, who does not have family to take them, start now?

Dad took me to eastville in the early sixties,but to reserve games,he used to get updates on the away game the first team were playing,and he said it got me used to the crowds.
Have no idea what my first game was,but i remember my rattle and sitting on the wall at the front of the north enclosure,on a hot day the paint on the lights they used for the greyhounds used to get tacky and i used to pick it off and get green paint on my clothes,but we usually won so the old man was happy, mum wasn't to happy when we got home though.
The thing i loved the most then, was the atmosphere, on occasion it made me tingle,then as i grew it was the team and fellow gasheads and before you know it,it's a way of life and still is

I was brought up in south Bristol,every one seem to be city fans,always went the other way as a kid,so rovers my team,45 years later still a gas head,but god they test your loyalty,,,my up bringing made me staunch rovers,just hope we get back on track.

Yes it's a creamy buff colour Bas although obviously the coach has been restored and my memory of it in the sixties and seventies was that it had more green than cream but I may be wrong. We took it to a night game at Wolves once where we got a right tanking but no one could remember much about it due to contaminated cider. We'd clubbed together to get a big stock in from Richard's farm at Congresbury but you had to bring your own containers. Some bright spark volunteered and went to collect 5 gallons of their "half n half" the day before. The trouble was there had been petrol in the can and it made for an explosive mix ! Of course after a few pints had been sunk the stuff got spilled and I remember it slopping up and down the aisle as the coach twisted and turned every corner. On the way back we stopped for a drink at a pub on a roundabout just off the A38 somewhere in North Bristol and that's when I learned the truth in the saying "beer before cider makes thee smile go wider but cider before beer makes thee feel queer". I think I got that right, it's still a bit hazy, but I don't think the petrol did me much harm and I'm still here so it must have been unleaded !