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1954 - A year of decisions.

Johnny Mike Frank Ronny Paddy  We meet every Monday night at the Myrtle Tree in Hotwell Road. Five old boys with a million memories, and a common love for Bristol Rovers Football Club. We first met in 1944. It was my seventh birthday on the very day that I announced to Mum that I was off in search of  friendship. "Trouble doesn't travel uphill." Mum directed me to turn left and head for Kingsdown Parade.  I turned right, and wandered off down Marlborough Hill. Before I'd even reached Eugene Street, I somehow knew I was about to strike gold. I could hear that most magical of sounds. I could hear the sound of children at play. I turned the corner and stood spellbound. At the far end, the Montague Hill end, were a group of about a dozen young girls. They were chanting, laughing and shouting as they threw balls, skipped and played hopscotch. The rest of the road, the bulk of it, was taken up by a fast and furious game of football, wh...

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