Forest 0:1 Donnie Rovers
How do you explain that, then ? Were Huddersfield really THAT bad on Saturday, or did Forest simply return to the inept January performances.
I can offer an explanation:
You know what it's like on a Sunday morning, struggling with a hang-over, you grab yourself a bacon cob, mars bar & Lucozade on the way to some waste land in the middle of a war-zone style housing estate. The food peps you up, your striker turns up in the suit he went out in the night before with lipstick on his shirt telling tall tales to lift the mood and suddenly everyone's up, there's an extra yard in your stride, every 50:50 goes your way and you turn on the style safe in the knowledge that the guy with the dog on the touchline was noticing your no-nonsense defending and ability to link up to attack when needs be. You'll be expecting a call from Sir Alex any day now.
However, on the other side of this, the following Sunday, you miss your alarm and end up with no time to grab breakfast. You arrive late, so have to rush getting changed before realising that the oaf whose turn it was to wash the kit after last week forgot, and is now handing round still damp, smelly shirts from a large bin-liner. It's cold outside and you've got to play in wet dirty kit.
This is exactly what happened to Forest last night. Someone forgot to wash the kit after Saturday and left it until the last minute.
My evidence?
The picture below showing Grant 'bigger than me' Holt's shirt still drying in the centre circle just before kick-off.
I can offer an explanation:
You know what it's like on a Sunday morning, struggling with a hang-over, you grab yourself a bacon cob, mars bar & Lucozade on the way to some waste land in the middle of a war-zone style housing estate. The food peps you up, your striker turns up in the suit he went out in the night before with lipstick on his shirt telling tall tales to lift the mood and suddenly everyone's up, there's an extra yard in your stride, every 50:50 goes your way and you turn on the style safe in the knowledge that the guy with the dog on the touchline was noticing your no-nonsense defending and ability to link up to attack when needs be. You'll be expecting a call from Sir Alex any day now.
However, on the other side of this, the following Sunday, you miss your alarm and end up with no time to grab breakfast. You arrive late, so have to rush getting changed before realising that the oaf whose turn it was to wash the kit after last week forgot, and is now handing round still damp, smelly shirts from a large bin-liner. It's cold outside and you've got to play in wet dirty kit.
This is exactly what happened to Forest last night. Someone forgot to wash the kit after Saturday and left it until the last minute.
My evidence?
The picture below showing Grant 'bigger than me' Holt's shirt still drying in the centre circle just before kick-off.
posted by Lucky Col at
11:14 AM
1 Comments:
BWAH... oh dear, being able to laugh about Forest's appallingly inconsistent form is so needed.
Areyou at Scunthorpe Saturday or would you be free to joing the select numbers of bloggers meeting at the Broadway from 2pm onwards on Sat 10 March....?
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Lisa Rullsenberg, at 5:01 PM
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