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...
