The Blue and White Sheep of the family

This one goes out to those Gasheads who weren’t born into a Rovers family. I salute you.

I have a perverse sense of satisfaction of being the lone Gashead in an extended family full of Sheeds. I know I’m not the only one and I find it fascinating to find others in the same predicament.

Blue Sheep

Being the only 1883er in a family really does instil a tremendous underdog and siege mentality in a person, something which I feel has benefited me in having a; ‘I don’t care what you think about me’ outlook in life. It also gives you great moments, like watching live on Sky at my Uncles house when Marcus Bignot put us 1 nil up after 28 seconds in the 2000/01 Bristol derby at Ashhhhhton. Unfortunately I wasn’t feeling as jubilant at Full-Time, but that’s all part of being a Gashead, the occasional high and then the rather impending low.

I must admit that circumstances were kind to me in becoming a Gashead. My family were now living in a Rovers heartland and it just so happened a friend of mine had just signed up for Bristol Rovers Supporters Junior Football Club (cracking tongue twister that) and had invited me along.

After taking up a Stevie Elliot role at the heart of their defence (some would argue I played more like Billy Elliot), the loyalty was there. What helped this cause was being surrounded by passionate Rovers supporters who instilled a great sense of community and camaraderie around all things BRFC.


This was further enforced when as a group, we all went to The Mem to see the big boys in action against Notts County before we headed off on football tour. At the tours trophy presentation I even shook hands with England world cup winner and former gas man, Alan Ball. I wonder if his ‘Legs were gone’ at the age of 38 when playing for us Harley Thorne? If I thought being part of a team often watched by a handful of Gashead parents was great, then being part of a crowd of 6 thousand of us was even more exhilarating.

So with all of that being taken into account, I don’t think it was that odd that I became a Gashead. What I do find astoundingly marvellous but totally bonkers however, is these kids who live in the middle of a Knowle West estate and decide they want to support the Gas and quite frankly they don’t give a f*ck. That kind of punk attitude is something I truly admire in both a football fan and a person. That what makes being a Gashead a truly great thing, sometimes it takes some balls to be one, but by god when you are it’s totally worth it.

I’m still annoyed about selling my lovely white away shirt with Cureton on the back after he’d left us.

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