Forest 0:1 Lucky Lucky West Brom

The first game in my new seat and a vast improvement on last seasons left-field view, dead centre, cracking view, good atmosphere and a nice variety of supporters around. Also gladly absent were the frankly miserable, inane, puerile, childish, unfunny rantings of the three morons two rows back. If you know the three retards who sat last season in row H, right at the left hand side of the Upper Trent End as you look at the pitch, tell them to f***ing stay there and not to move anywhere else. Those three were the only reason I moved this season, the f***ing half-wits.

Anyway, the game ……

Forest 0:1 West Brom

And there you go, that was the score, that’s what’ll appear in the record books for years to come, that one line, two teams, two numbers.

And that doesn’t even start to tell the story. It’s not even the same story. Not even in the same book.

Forest were a class above. West Brom are one of the promotion favourites but we simply out-played them, wave after wave of attacks forcing the baggies into complete defence. When they did manage to get over the half-way line, their passing was so woeful that someone in the Lower Trent End must have been wearing a stripy top. Poor doesn’t cover it. Tyson on the left made their right back look like he’d been nailed to the floor, while Paul Anderson continues his ‘miss-him-when-he’s-not-there’ cameo. McKenna in midfield is immense making Neil Lennon look, in hindsight, completely like the sponging wife-cheating tosser he most clearly was during his Forest “career”.

Don’t even think that West Brom can use the old adage of playing badly and still winning being the sign of a good team. They did win, they were lucky, but believe me they are a shocking team. Relegated last season and that was why, poor defending, rubbish in midfield, clueless up front and a clown in goal. How Scott Carson gets in the England team in front of, say, Robert Green, Paul Robinson, David James or even ME FFS is a complete mystery. What he did, he did badly, presenting Dele ‘fat Jason Lee’ Adebola with two chances that someone with less cart-horse potential would have put away in his sleep. Why Robbie Earnshaw feels the need to play games against him at the penalty is beyond me, even if you kick the ball straight at him, you’d get another go, chances against Scott Carson are like cheap bags of crisps at ASDA, you have one, you get one free.

But there we go, two games into the season, 1 point, no goals BUT, far, far, far better than last season. The movement, the passing, the tackling back, winning 50-50’s, creating chances (even if they are missed) are all better than last term.

To quote another old adage; someone is due a right tonking one day and hopefully that day is Tuesday against a frankly poor Watford side. Someone is going to get done six or seven. Trust me, it WILL happen.

We started last season off with a goal-less draw against Reading, an easy home League Cup win, a dodgy defeat including a comical own goal before being given the opportunity to turn it around at home to the Hornets, so it’s all written in the stars.

So long as we don’t lose heavily to the eventual champions in the last week in August, I won’t mind.