Forest 1:2 Norwich - No credit where no credit’s due
Just recently we’ve been better. A battling win at Palace, decent points in the last three games and all with decent performances had me going down Trent Side on Saturday with more than a hint of optimism. 4-1 was my prediction Saturday before the game, and during the first half only their goal-keeper kept the score-line away from that fanciful notion.
Fair play to the Norwich fans who turned up in force on a cold Saturday for a televised game. Back in the day when you could just pay at the door rather than already having shelled out for a £25 ticket, more away fans may have been tempted to stay at home pleasuring their sisters, but they would have missed out. I originally thought they’d brought loads more, until I realised most of them were stewards.
Ten minutes in and it was clear what was Forest’s ONE AND ONLY tactic; hit Tyson. Lumping aimlessly long balls to a man devoid of any confidence whatsoever is not my idea of a tactic, more a throw back to a more miserable, uncultured age. If I’d wanted to watch aimless hoofing the ball in the air, I’d have stayed in and watched the rugby.
Fortunately for Forest, a decent pass on the floor to Tyson led to the turning point of the game. At nil nil, we’d got a point, but with Norwich’s captain and best centre half taking the long walk for a last-man foul, surely the game was there for the taking.
You’d think so, wouldn’t you ?
Almost predictably, Forest playing against ten men was only going to result in one thing, a Norwich goal. More useless defending on the left, another loose ball bobbling around the box and there we are, one nil down. Cue the booing and a mass exodus for an early half time pint.
Some of the Norwich fans decided to celebrate going in front by displaying their torsos to the rest of the crowd. Worryingly for them, you couldn’t tell these jaundiced souls apart from the rest of the yellow clad visitors. That’s East Anglian inbreeding for you, I suppose.
It was only going to take a keeping mistake for Forest to score and so it came to pass, Andy Marshall’s slip allowing Paul Anderson to roll the ball into the net for his well deserved first goal for the club.
So, a half time team talk, a decent first half of which we’d had by far the better and all against a team tiring with ten men. A doddle, surely.
The second half has to be the worst I have seen Forest play in years, and over the last decade or so, there’s been some serious competition. McCleary, who is McClearly not good enough for this league, came on for the injured Thornhill and it was downhill from there. From my vantage point in the upper tier, I didn’t have a clue who was playing where, and it was also obvious that neither did any of the players. Our centre forward, Joe Garner, was running around in midfield a lot, the long balls to Tyson had been replaced by long balls to their goalkeeper and any short passes where simply going astray. Kelvin Wilson’s centre half skills book has been tampered with, the section on “For the love of Clough, you shouldn’t let the ball bounce in dangerous positions” has been tampered with, the “n’t” tippexed out, leading to widespread confusion, poor defending and an even more predictable Norwich winner.
We haven’t had a stupid goal conceded against us for a couple of weeks now, so cue man-of-the-match Chris Cohen shinning one into his own net from 8 yards. Yes, the man who scored the own goal to lose us the game was our MAN OF THE F***ING MATCH. What the f**k does that say about the f***ing rest of them ???????
We ended the game a goal down, at home, against a team with ten men playing 4-5-1. F**k me.
So what has Calderwoodout learned from the last month or so ? F***ing nothing, that’s what. He plays 4-4-2, we do all right, and suddenly he thinks he’s Alex f***ing Fergusson. We were doing all right in the first half on Saturday, it was just their keeper keeping them in it, we’ll get days like that, just send the team out for the second half and tell them to carry on and their rewards will inevitably come.
But to change it around and then ultimately lose against a poor team like Norwich, who themselves will still be bothering the relegation struggle come April, with ten men, is downright f***ing criminal.
I said we’d need 20 points from the next 10 games to show we’d be safe, and to start it’d be a point at Bristol and three at home to Norwich. Saturday for me is 3 points dropped, especially under the circumstances, so as far as I’m concerned it’s now 19 points from 8.
Anything other than a win (and probably a decent big win) at Doncaster on Tuesday and we’ll be right back in the s**t.
Fair play to the Norwich fans who turned up in force on a cold Saturday for a televised game. Back in the day when you could just pay at the door rather than already having shelled out for a £25 ticket, more away fans may have been tempted to stay at home pleasuring their sisters, but they would have missed out. I originally thought they’d brought loads more, until I realised most of them were stewards.
Ten minutes in and it was clear what was Forest’s ONE AND ONLY tactic; hit Tyson. Lumping aimlessly long balls to a man devoid of any confidence whatsoever is not my idea of a tactic, more a throw back to a more miserable, uncultured age. If I’d wanted to watch aimless hoofing the ball in the air, I’d have stayed in and watched the rugby.
Fortunately for Forest, a decent pass on the floor to Tyson led to the turning point of the game. At nil nil, we’d got a point, but with Norwich’s captain and best centre half taking the long walk for a last-man foul, surely the game was there for the taking.
You’d think so, wouldn’t you ?
Almost predictably, Forest playing against ten men was only going to result in one thing, a Norwich goal. More useless defending on the left, another loose ball bobbling around the box and there we are, one nil down. Cue the booing and a mass exodus for an early half time pint.
Some of the Norwich fans decided to celebrate going in front by displaying their torsos to the rest of the crowd. Worryingly for them, you couldn’t tell these jaundiced souls apart from the rest of the yellow clad visitors. That’s East Anglian inbreeding for you, I suppose.
It was only going to take a keeping mistake for Forest to score and so it came to pass, Andy Marshall’s slip allowing Paul Anderson to roll the ball into the net for his well deserved first goal for the club.
So, a half time team talk, a decent first half of which we’d had by far the better and all against a team tiring with ten men. A doddle, surely.
The second half has to be the worst I have seen Forest play in years, and over the last decade or so, there’s been some serious competition. McCleary, who is McClearly not good enough for this league, came on for the injured Thornhill and it was downhill from there. From my vantage point in the upper tier, I didn’t have a clue who was playing where, and it was also obvious that neither did any of the players. Our centre forward, Joe Garner, was running around in midfield a lot, the long balls to Tyson had been replaced by long balls to their goalkeeper and any short passes where simply going astray. Kelvin Wilson’s centre half skills book has been tampered with, the section on “For the love of Clough, you shouldn’t let the ball bounce in dangerous positions” has been tampered with, the “n’t” tippexed out, leading to widespread confusion, poor defending and an even more predictable Norwich winner.
We haven’t had a stupid goal conceded against us for a couple of weeks now, so cue man-of-the-match Chris Cohen shinning one into his own net from 8 yards. Yes, the man who scored the own goal to lose us the game was our MAN OF THE F***ING MATCH. What the f**k does that say about the f***ing rest of them ???????
We ended the game a goal down, at home, against a team with ten men playing 4-5-1. F**k me.
So what has Calderwoodout learned from the last month or so ? F***ing nothing, that’s what. He plays 4-4-2, we do all right, and suddenly he thinks he’s Alex f***ing Fergusson. We were doing all right in the first half on Saturday, it was just their keeper keeping them in it, we’ll get days like that, just send the team out for the second half and tell them to carry on and their rewards will inevitably come.
But to change it around and then ultimately lose against a poor team like Norwich, who themselves will still be bothering the relegation struggle come April, with ten men, is downright f***ing criminal.
I said we’d need 20 points from the next 10 games to show we’d be safe, and to start it’d be a point at Bristol and three at home to Norwich. Saturday for me is 3 points dropped, especially under the circumstances, so as far as I’m concerned it’s now 19 points from 8.
Anything other than a win (and probably a decent big win) at Doncaster on Tuesday and we’ll be right back in the s**t.
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