We were going to say what an exciting match that was, how even Stress was begiinning to admit that the team was becoming a more coherent outfit, that the defence was beginning to find its feet, that the midfield and attack, even without Britt, was looking threatening and occasionally awesome. How well they played, we were going to say - Perquis, Osborn, Lansbury, Kasami, the mad Hildeberto, in fact all of them.
We were going to comment on Monk's graceless and wildly inaccurate analysis of the match, putting it down to the pressure he is under at that club, a pressure which turns all its managers sour. Contrast that, we thought, with Mister Mountaineer's calm rationality.
We were going to say that the only down-side to our victory was the increasing speculation about the sale of Oliver Burke. It seemed that every comment on his success was accompanied by some cynical side-note: the that's put another five million on his value kind of quip, or that remark during the latest incarnation of crap League Football shows: All they've got to do is keep him till Wednesday. It seemed that everybody was trying to sell him, the best Forest prospect for years and years. We were going to reassure ourselves with Mister Mountaineer's words about Burke's future, that he would be best served staying at Forest.
And then they sold him, within hours of that bit of brilliance which clinched the victory against Dirty Leed.
We were not shocked, just disillusioned, again. Forest, or rather Fawaz, had sold our best prospect, the young man who was going to drive Forest into an exciting future, to some German side financed by a company that produced canned caffeine. We read all the reactions, the emotional, the reasonable, the conspiracy-based garbage, the bite-your-tongue-and-try-to-explain-it-away brigade, and ended up feeling exactly how we had done when we first heard the news. Disillusioned.
Why was he sold? Because Fawaz needed to re-finance the club to buy players without plunging us back into embargo. Because Fawaz is still the C.E.O. making the big decisions, which, worryingly, casts doubt on the "investment" deal which doesn't seem to have turned up yet. However much is re-invested, it's not going to replace Burke. However much people try to rationalise their way through it, selling Burke is not going to make Forest a better side. It does, however, say a lot about the fragile authority of the manager and director of football at Forest. It says an awful lot about the state of modern football with its cattle-market capitalism and its cynical disregard for supporters' hopes.
We just wanted Twisty to stay, to mature with the team which had fostered his career. We think he would have stayed, happily. We're just disillusioned. But we tell ourselves not to worry, because whatever happens, Fawaz won't allow us to end up like Blackburn. He's far too clever for that.