To mark our 25th consecutive televised game we will score in the 25th minute. With our first shot on target. And second real attack.
We'll somehow cling on amidst many Porto-esque scares and a Tammy Cameo.
Spurs get a point, but that's ok.
So far Derby have lost and almost guaranteed missing the playoffs, Leicester have lost and almost guaranteed relegation, and the Senators have won and almost guaranteed the playoffs. This sporting weekend has been going perfectly for me and I expect Forest to complete it.
I'll add Bayern winning 5-0, putting them 1 win away from the title and my random occasional Scottish team Dundee United winning 3-2 with an added time penalty.
I won't mention Kent, because these days they're only a professional sports team in name only.
One of the reasons I hated the Hundred was I feared that it would be the slowish death of non-test hosting counties.
I'm now at the point that euthanising Kent would put me out of my cricket supporting misery.
684-2 v 119-6.
God they are fucking shit.
Because jinxes aren't real and nothing I write on the internet or say in the pub makes the slightest difference to how a team 3000 miles away from me performs tomorrow, and pretending it does isn't fun or amusing.
I've taken steps to ensure I'll be watching with a hangover.
It's the best way. For Sunday 2pm kick offs, anyway.
Having a hangover for 8pm Europa League games is not a path I'm prepared to go down.
Next airport is two weeks today, when I go to Miami for a couple of days fishing in the Keys with a buddy and then a conference. This is a well behaved weekend staying home and watching sport and movies, going to the gym, eating healthy, very limited alcohol, and no narcotics. I can't go full hooligan all the time.