One Day my boy asked to have a red football shirt for hs birthday. Being a fair man and wanting to allow him his own way in life I enquired which red shirt he wanted. 'Bristol City' he replied (I'm welling up just thinking about it). Once I recovered from the shock I made an emergency call to my Brothers. They told me to stay calm and came round to collect him. There was a little tear in my eye as they took him away. 3 hours later they brouht him back. He bounced in to the house with a beaming smile, looked at me and said. Dad I want a be a Gashead too. It's a blue and white shirt for me. My brothers drove him all the way to the ground. Pointed out where we stood. and where his Grandad stood before us. You see as I said it's tradition. Once it's in your blood however bad it gets you can't stay away.
Up the Gas! | 
