Forest 4:1 Doncaster

If this one result doesn't show how far we've come in a year, then nothing will.

If rumour is to be correct, Colin Calderwood ceased to be manager of the reds at half-time the last time we played Doncaster as we stooped pathetically to a 2:4 home defeat. We were in the pub when we found out, and we ordered a round of drinks to celebrate.

Fast forward 11 months and again Doncaster are bothering the Championship at the Derby end, while Forest seem to have been undefeated since the reign of Henry II.

The difference is palpable.

Forest score mid-way through the first half and it's expected, it's been coming. The muted celebrations of a team full in the knowledge that they're better than they ever have been.

Wes Morgan made it two goals in three games with a bullet header past the increasingly immobile Neil Sullivan. By Forest's third, Doncasters first choice fat goalkeeper had given up even trying. He was replaced by their second choice fat goalkeeper, must be a Yorkshire thing. At least he made an effort with McGugan's cross shot, but he was never anywhere near it.

Billy Sharp pulled one back, much to the annoyance of Lee Camp, but also much to the general antipathy of the rest of the crowd. 4:0, 4:1 puh !!

On the tram and the true scale of the victory became clear. A quick look at the League table and, f**k me, we're up to 4th, our highest league position since the halcyon days of Paul Hart's free flowing attacking brand of football back in the early noughties.

This winning lark, all these unbeaten games, well, it's easy isn't it. I'm surprised none of our previous clueless bunch of half-wit managers have tried it. There's only complacency can beat us now, and with a local derby coming up, that ain't gonna happen.

A decent football team to support, Nottingham being lauded as a city again, black-belt, getting engaged, jeez, this is turning into a good year !!!