Debbie stands in her doorway and takes a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth. “Oh now you’re asking,” she replied slowly, but with a smile. “I reckon everyone on this street would say something different. Some would say they hate it, some love it, some put up with it, some make a nice bit of pocket money out of it, and for some it’s a right pain. But everyone here just gets on with it. You’ve got to, because that stadium is not going anywhere anytime soon.”
She pointed down the road without even looking - knowing that above the roofs of her neighbours further down loomed the shiny white image of Ashton Gate Stadium.
It has changed, will change again, and there is always something going on there - but what is it actually like to live in the shadow of the biggest venue in Bristol and the whole of the south west?
