You'll have to bear with me...
..on this, detail-wise, because it was a really, really long time ago. I reckon I was about 8 or 9, and I was with my best friend at the time, Luke. It was the summer holidays, we were young and carefree, it was one of the years where, bowing to the unbelievable peer pressure at my primary school, I was playing football. The school was a bizarre place – middle of a Somerset village, and somehow it had spread through the whole place, that any student worth anything supported Liverpool. Unless you were in Year 4, who all supported Bristol City, being the ‘local’ team! So naturally when I arrived, first day, having moved house from not-too-far-away, I was cornered by about 35 boys demanding to know my football preferences so they could befriend or beat me. I managed to wheedle out who they supported, and promptly became a Liverpool AND Bristol City fan. As was pointed out to me later, Premiership and local, innit? I had absolutely no idea.

Anyway, I was going along with the rest of them, pretending to enjoy playing football. Which is how, with my best friend, I ended up on a Bristol City Football course for kiddies. We basically spent the day doing excercises, playing 5-a-side, eating wagon wheels, meeting the odd player. As I say, a really long time ago, and you get the idea.

The relevant bit, and the bit that sticks with me to this day, was on the final day, when the BBC showed up. It was a typical local news piece; young kids out and about, rising stars of the future, etc etc. All bollocks. They had cool close-ups of the ball being corner kicked, a 3-strong crew, it was going to be the proverbial shiz.

So there were a few interviews, some filming of us playing, and then they gathered us all together for a ‘team style’ shot. I wasn’t paying a vast amount of attention I remember, and remember catching the end of the BBC woman’s sentence – ‘really nice and loud.’ I panicked a bit, knew something was about to come up and I shouldn’t be the person to ruin it. So I knew I had to be LOUD. The woman continues: ‘Now – who’s your favourite team?’
So as 20 others shouted ‘BRISTOL CITY!’ I, like the prized, sell-out twat I was/am, shouted ‘LIVERPOO – TOL CITY!’

Funnily enough, the ‘team shout’ didn’t make it onto the item.
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