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Please read: The story of Big Stan Hibbert and a Onesie

I have never posted on behalf of anyone raising money on this site before, and I may never again.   Generally promoting one person's campaign leads to multiple future requests and a relentless stream of runners, baked bean bathers and Kilimanjaro climbing crusaders asking you to do the same, making you (unintentionally) feel guilty enough to continue posting pleas for extra money.   However, this one has caught my eye for two reasons.  One it's for a particularly personal cause and one which, I imagine, doesn't necessarily receive big cheques (or electronic transfers I suppose in this day & age) very often.   Secondly, it's because a member of the #bristolcitytwitterfamily who goes by the name of Big Stan Hibbert, is going to wear a Onesie!   For the uninitiated of you, a Onesie is like a baby-gro.  I've got plenty in my house, but they're all in 6-12 month age groups and are a bugger to undo when my Junior Robin's nappy needs changing

A little bit of history repeating...

Stu Radnedge returns to the blog with a view - admittedly prior to the Blackpool match (it's been a busy week!)  - on City's disastrous late-Autumn: It’s all just a little bit of history repeating…? Those are, what I consider to be, words from one of the greatest Shirley Bassey songs ever (the Propellerheads are credited for the track but her vocals are what makes the song, in my opinion). And it’s rather a fitting description for what us City fans are hopefully enduring currently. I say hopefully, as the season after this we should be getting promoted… and not from League One. As pointed out by the board last Monday, we’ve been here before. A string of games this long without a win was last experienced in the 2005/06 season which saw a City legend, Brian Tinnion, be man enough to step down after we were annihilated 7-1 by one of the Welsh teams (I can’t mention the name – it still hurts). Step up Gary Johnson, but the resurgence was not instant. City were 23 rd , wit

Interview with an opposition fan: Charlton Athletic

Is it too early to talk of six-pointers?  Derek McInnes certainly doesn't think so - his comments ahead of tomorrow's matched were laced with the potential importance to City's season, so ahead of Sunday's crunch clash with Charlton Athletic, The Exiled Robin is delighted to welcome Al Gordon, host of the intruigingly named God, Charlton and Punk Rock blog , to the site, who was kind enough to answer some of my questions: You took the division by storm last season and were deserved Champions.   Has the step up been harder than you expected? At the beginning of the season we would have settled for mid table but had deep down a small desire for reaching the play-offs. The likes of Norwich and Southampton (the two sides we got relegated to League One with) have almost set a precedent for back to back promotions although I don’t believe at Charlton we have the resources to build a Premier League side out of a League One squad in just one season. We’ve played some

McInnes' anniversary celebration falls flat

After another reasonably-sized absence, The Exiled Robin returns with a vengeance this weekend with two posts in as many days. First up is guest writer Stu Radnedge , who mulls over City's poor run of form on the anniversary of the appointment of Derek McInnes, and debates what's next for the Robins: "It’s time to stand up and be counted…already. It’s been just over a year since City fans rejoiced in the arrival of Del with many, if not all, dreaming of a new beginning for our club and wondering if he really could be the one to take us to the promised land.   Yet again however, we find ourselves asking that time old question of “Where did it all go wrong?” Just one point off the bottom, Del sees the club in pretty much the same position as we were in when he took over in 2011.   The boo-boys, the self-proclaimed realists - whatever you want to label them as - are calling for heads to roll. The eternal optimists are at the polar opposite saying a new man