There's only one team in Bristol.

I admit, it's over two years ago, so anybody from the red side of the city will be forgiven for suggesting that gasheads are living in the past. Then again, it was the last time the two clubs met. It was in the JPT area final, with a day out in Cardiff awaiting the winner. And we won convincingly. So hell, I've gonna milk this for all it's worth.

Any victory over Bristol C*ty is worth savouring, but this victory in late February 2007 was just that little bit sweeter. The Gas, floundering in League Two mediocrity, hadn't won a derby since 2000, and were facing another scrap for survival. Our red neighbours on the other hand were riding the crest of a wave. With Gary 'fat dwarf' Johnson at the helm, the Robins found themselves vying for promotion and according to media 'experts' possessed one of the meanest defences in the division. Throw in Adriano Basso, the goalkeeper who teammates dubbed 'one of the best in England', and Johnson had quite a formidable backline at his disposal.

Hmmm.

Are these the same defenders who failed miserably in preventing Rickie Lambert from rifling home? Is this the same Adriano Basso who watched helplessly as Lambo single-handedly left the Brazilian's reputation in tatters quicker than you can 'overrated'?

City fans are accustomed to seeing Basso looking to the skies, his hands raised above his head, a symbol of his Christian faith and 'Always Believe' mantra. Well, Basso was certainly on his knees on this occasion, holding his familiar pose. Only this time he was worshipping something truly holy. God bless Rickie Lambert.