GET YOUR HANDS ON LIAM’S SHIRT!

We laid down the gauntlet asking you to tell us what to do with our unwanted Liam Rosenior team shirt – and you accepted the challenge with gusto.

Inventive suggestions poured in on how to dispose of the piece of junk currently further soiling Tomarse’s already disturbingly soiled bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, many were unprintable – and our postbag showed just how betrayed City fans feel by the teenager whose kit was sponsored by The Incider last season.

But there were also imaginative and inventive ideas from readers keen to ensure his shirt hung around Bristol no longer than the arrogant no-mark himself.

We promised to carry out the winning entry – and The Incider can announce that reader Rob George came up with the top entry.

Better still, his cunning ruse means all of you will get the chance to own a piece of the shirt to use as a hanky, dust the house with or to replace your current brand of toilet roll.

Rob wrote: “Here's my idea for Liam's shirt. What you do is you ask for people from far flung parts of the World to email you their names and addresses. You then cut the shirt up into pieces and post them to the people that reply with the proviso that they have a photo taken of them holding their bit of shirt by a sign or landmark that shows where they are and send you the photo.

“You can then use the pics in a feature in the next issue and at the same time get a few readers involved. The idea being that the pieces of the shirt will never be reunited and we will never have to see him in a City shirt again. Kind of like those cheesy films where they do it with maps or artifacts that should never be reunited or the end of the World will result.”

The chance to give you all a piece of the shirt AND turn it into another feature was just too good to miss. For those of you in Bristol,

So if you want a slice torn from Liam’s shirt, all we ask is that you take a photo of yourself holding it in the most inventive place you can think of. It doesn’t matter if you live in Bristol, Yate, California or Timbuktu – just send an email to editor@theincider.com and we’ll send you a part of the shirt free of charge. All we ask is that you enter into the spirit and email us an entertaining photo featuring your part of City history as soon as you receive it.

Well done to Rob for coming up with the idea – but there were plenty of others to consider.

Eddie Hitler suggested: “Send it to Andy Jordan without a covering letter. He'll get the message. Alternatively, burn it, put in a trophy like the Ashes to be awarded to the winning team in the annual forum match.

Clare Jenkins argued: “Just send it on to him. Then when he's playing against a pub team on some bog in London in the middle of winter he JUST MIGHT realise who he really is and what he left behind!”

Jonny Summers wrote: “Send it down to Torquay - 'cos he'll probably end up playing for his Dad (once Fullham realise why he wasn't a regular first team player at City)”

Alex Dalwood (Spunkwood) offered: “Well I would ****, **** and **** all over it and wait till he comes back if he can’t find a club. If he doesn’ t come back I’d just Burn it with the ****, **** and **** all over it. I would happily let you take photos of me doing this.”

Young Cider Red suggested: “Make a dog **** on it.”

Piers Chivers (Chivs) compiled this more complex suggestion ultimately rejected because it involved an international phonecall and the risk of being murdered by the Russian Mafia:

1. Unpick the letters and arrange as Senor Rio.

2. Telephone Chelsea and ask to speak to Roman Abramovich. Tell him you have an exciting new Spanish prospect by name of Rio. Rio is so keen to join Chelsea he will even come to Chukotka to discuss terms. Send a photo of the shirt to Chelsea. They are bound to bite.

3. Re-arrange letters on Liam's shirt back to original. Tell Liam, Chelsea are interested but he must go to Russia to seal the deal. And he should wear the shirt so they know who he is when he gets there. With Liam's undoubted (by himself) talent, arrogance and vanity I'm confident he'll be on the next plane to Russia.

4. Telephone local Chukotka mafia (allegedly). You may be able to save yourself a phone call - see step 2 above. Tell the Mafia boss that there's a new Mr Big in town. He's called Rosenior and he's so arrogant he's going to waltz through Chukotka wearing a shirt with his name on it. Plus, Rosenior has been telling everyone that the number on his back is the number of times he's had the Mafia boss' mother.

5. Sit back, crack open another Miller Lite and enjoy.