What a cock

Like every club, Forest has its fair share of cocks that follow them, especially the younger ones, brought up on tales from the 70's & 80's from even bigger cocks too f***ing stupid to realise that, despite spending a shed-load of their hard earned wages on designer s**t from Paul Smith's, they still looked like cocks even then.

Take this cock for example (from the Evening Post), waving a fluorescent light bulb around like a kid playing with a toy light-sabre.

He'll get a banning order, an alcohol problem (to go with his addiction to Burberry baseball-caps) and then spend every Saturday afternoon in the pub telling stories to wannabee cocks about the 'battles' he's been in, despite the fact that the nearest he's ever been to fight was with his eyes shut waving around a broken light-bulb on a train imagining himself in a galaxy far far away.

What a prize cock.