When I was a lad I used to travel in the top front seat of my dad's double decker bus from Highbridge to Bristol and I couldn't wait to arrive at Bedminster Down. From there I could see the top 2 wonders of the modern world (Clifton Suspension Bridge and Ashton Gate Stadium) and suddenly all the troubles of the world were put to right.
I dreamt of watching European and FA Cups galore being processioned across the bridge and ending up in Ashton Gate with a crowd of over 50,000 baying for their world class team to bring even more silverware to our doorstep.
Something happened on the way to the forum and it's called the real Bristol City (not REAL as in Madrid). You know them better as the lot that arrived somewhere in deepest Sussex yesterday and then proceeded to trot out the usual apathetic performance that we have all come to know very well.
Since the days of my childhood dream many things have happened, including my attendance at Wembley to see England win the World Cup, which have changed "the beautiful game" for ever. Wigan (who?) have joined the league and are now in the Premier League (what?). How many of you didn't know that England won the World Cup but know they never will again?
Every football supporter in the land has dreams about their team and lots of them come true, however we BCFC fans know better and the usual comment on the way home after the match is "apart from that Mrs Lincoln how was the show?"
I must confess sometimes I wish I was back on the top of that double decker bus again with my dreams, although unfulfilled, still intact. A confession is needed to end this diatribe - it wasn't really my dad's double decker bus and he was just the conductor (they used to be on buses to sell the punters tickets for all those too young to understand).
Happy days when hope was still alive and well at Ashton Gate but keep on dreaming lads and keep the faith.
I dreamt of watching European and FA Cups galore being processioned across the bridge and ending up in Ashton Gate with a crowd of over 50,000 baying for their world class team to bring even more silverware to our doorstep.
Something happened on the way to the forum and it's called the real Bristol City (not REAL as in Madrid). You know them better as the lot that arrived somewhere in deepest Sussex yesterday and then proceeded to trot out the usual apathetic performance that we have all come to know very well.
Since the days of my childhood dream many things have happened, including my attendance at Wembley to see England win the World Cup, which have changed "the beautiful game" for ever. Wigan (who?) have joined the league and are now in the Premier League (what?). How many of you didn't know that England won the World Cup but know they never will again?
Every football supporter in the land has dreams about their team and lots of them come true, however we BCFC fans know better and the usual comment on the way home after the match is "apart from that Mrs Lincoln how was the show?"
I must confess sometimes I wish I was back on the top of that double decker bus again with my dreams, although unfulfilled, still intact. A confession is needed to end this diatribe - it wasn't really my dad's double decker bus and he was just the conductor (they used to be on buses to sell the punters tickets for all those too young to understand).
Happy days when hope was still alive and well at Ashton Gate but keep on dreaming lads and keep the faith.