I went last night and just to seal my position as a hopeless sentimentalist, I enjoyed being there. We bought the tickets last Thursday while watching the first leg. By the end of the game it felt like a possible dead rubber, but I think I was partly fuelled by the news about Jules. It had got me thinking how much I missed being a part of it, how I hadn't seen or communicated with her (and a bunch of other "football friends") for ages, mostly because I no longer go to the games and don't see people at the football anymore. Beforehand we went to the Nav and saw my lad and a couple of his friends, then bumped into an old friend we both used to work with and hadn't seen for ages. At the game we were back in the Upper TE, hadn't climbed those steps in a while, and sat next to some bloke I'd never met before but we chatted through the game about the team, the way we'd set up, being a Forest fan, and all that usual football chatter. Yeah we lost, but I've seen us lose a lot of games over the years, it's no big deal. It felt good being at a game. I could have done without those ticket prices and Fothers doing a high volume quiz in the build up at the Big Shed, but it was a nice reminder of what I love about being a Forest fan and how little a lot of stuff we get agitated about actually matters.
Christ, not just the seats but the metal is all wrecked too. That’s 10s of thousands to put right, and quickly.
I get the police can hardly steam in but you’d hope there would have been some controlled arrests as the shitheads left, it would have been all covered on CCTV.
Football fans: Can't articulate what tactics are, except to moan about them, but give them something to count and suddenly every fuckers a quantity surveyor.