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Post by o2o2bo2ba on Oct 18, 2019 17:26:16 GMT
Last year I took my nephew to Anfield for the tour as he supports Liverpool after the Gas. As we stood at the Kop end the tour guide asked us where we were from and who we supported. When I said from Bristol he said you'll be Gasheads then and when I said we were he then started waxing lyrical about the night we came to town! He said that whilst they had had some brilliant footballing nights in European cups, he said that night was one that stuck in his mind because of the atmosphere we created. He said that as we brought a few and were singing loudly all the way through it meant they raised their voices. He said it was a brilliant night! A compliment indeed! Remember getting there early in the afternoon for that game and going straight to the Arkells pub... Yayyy! We were there too....in there for hours before as went up in minibus. We tried nicking the dartboard! Haha! Don't know why....?....perils of alcohol methinks. |
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Post by o2o2bo2ba on Oct 18, 2019 17:28:58 GMT
Something involving David Williams and Micky Barret. The game v Millwall at home may 8th 1984, while Millwall were 2-1 up everything was ok, then the great Mickey Barrett in his last ever home game scored two late goals, not only did all the gasheads go mad but Millwall fans in the stand went crazy and were chucking seats and anything at us below on the terraces, sweet and sour memories. Yay! That was one of the first times I was on Eastville pitch! They even brought horses on to dissipate us kids, but we were too excited at prospect of promotion (before play off days) chances. Sour memories because that was my last and lasting memory of Mickey.. A true Gas legend. |
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Post by lostinspace on Oct 18, 2019 18:11:53 GMT
Home to Sunderland at EASTVILLE, No idea of date presumably 70's when the Roker Park following had been to Anne Summers and were "lining up a nice pink coloured doll" in full view on the Muller Road end .... hysterical
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Post by thecuregalore94 on Oct 18, 2019 21:00:12 GMT
I can't pick just ONE. But. Browner v Daggers in the dying moments amidst a haze of nerves of a Mem, David Clarkson's pouncing finish on a poor backpass at Wycombe that seemed (for a brief time) would keep us in the league, and Sammy Igoe's trickling effort creeping into an empty Wembley net just out of reach of the last man. Those are the big ones.
But for a slightly more obscure memory though one never out of my recollection, Sir Rickie of Lambert KERRR-ACKING a monstrous first time volley into Luton's net at the opposite side of the pitch at Kenilworth Road. For the technique, for the audacity of it and most importantly of all - for being the hardest fecking hit of a football I have ever seen in person. A thunderbolt wellied with the might of Zeus.
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Post by JeffNZ on Oct 18, 2019 21:02:21 GMT
Just took a look at our 3rd kit on Wikipedia  and it brought back fond memories of this... |
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Post by Rex on Oct 19, 2019 6:41:34 GMT
Remember getting there early in the afternoon for that game and going straight to the Arkells pub... Yayyy! We were there too....in there for hours before as went up in minibus. We tried nicking the dartboard! Haha! Don't know why....?....perils of alcohol methinks.After the first game several fans celebrated the prospect of a trip to Anfield in the FoB bar at Twerton, as those people left one of them decided that the- very large- 'Welcome To Twerton' carpet at the entrance to the ground would look great in their 3 bedroom terraced house in Redfield, it took 4 people to carry it . We, I mean they got around half a mile from the ground with it before a passing police car induced some panic, and the carpet was dropped. It was back in place for the next home game  |
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Post by mangogas15 on Oct 19, 2019 6:57:25 GMT
Close 2nd for me is the Mansell penalty at Wembley in front of 47,000 fans, there were tears from grown men that day. My missus, my 14 year old daughter, we were all sobbing after the trauma of the previous year. It was like a release of emotion.
That's how much it affected our club and how much we will always be grateful that Darrell came to manage our team.
We must never go back there.
UTG
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Post by Captain Jayho on Oct 19, 2019 10:17:34 GMT
Mine would be Worrel Sterling’s goal in a 4-3 comeback at home at twerton, think it was V Bradford. It was a scuffed mis*** goal, and we were never ahead until that final goal. Really stood out in my mind. That was an absolutely cracking comeback. And from memory we had a couple that season but that was a real corker of an atmosphere at the end. I stayed back a bit to enjoy the post-match atmosphere a bit longer than usual and had to sprint back through that housing estate to get back to Oldfield Park station as if my life depended on it to catch my train. Lambert against the teds was pretty special for me too. I flew down from Edimbourg for both legs and after getting chased out of Ashton in the first leg, then verbally abused at the airport and on the bus to the Mem in the second leg it was sweet, sweet revenge on a personal note to put them away with such a thunderbolt of a goal. But I reckon for pure joy Rammell at Oxford takes some beating. Sheer ecstasy and relief in one massive outpouring. |
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Post by Gregory Stevens on Oct 22, 2019 5:25:38 GMT
Have to say, on reflection Browners right foot was not the greatest moment as a Rovers fan. It was the greatest moment of my life.
The fact that The Snake was denied that place in our history seems like it was scripted. He couldn’t hit a barn door with a banjo.
I always thought....Wembley was for the club, but Dagenham was for the real fans. In our own tump, the place where 2 years before, the awful scenes. The anger. The pain.
That game as well was horribly similar to the game we went down. We just couldn’t score.
As it went in, all those years of hurt were repayed. It was just so poetic.
To have the guy who played every minute of every match score with the last kick of the game....so many little sub-plots.
As that roar went up, I never felt like that before. And I’ve taken E and everything :-)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2019 14:01:31 GMT
First ever trip to Wembley, we lost but walking around the concourse before the game listening to Irene ringing around the ground as the gas sung their hearts out was beyond special.
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