Ignoring the football, I was in Bristol from early evening and enjoyed a couple of drinks, as well as chatting with some locals and feel bound to mention the constant 'Bristol's a s**t hole' chant. Every time it rang out someone in my immediate proximity would casually comment to the effect of, 'well, it seems pretty good to me'.
It is one of those mindless chants that occasionally has some validity, but not given a lovely sunny day in one of the country's more vibrant cities.