There was so much I didn't like about last night that I decided to make a list of things I didn't like.

1. I didn't like the pre-match rubbish, about Mister Mountaineer wanting an all-out attacking display, about a real chance of winning away for once, about "building on the Boremingham victory". I didn't like it because, as so often happens, the reality of a dirty night in Blackbum bore no relation to the pie-in-the-sky flummery about "getting the winning habit". People should just shut up, or say something pragmatic like "It'll be a tough game", and stick to it. Pre-match hype just hangs you out to dry.

2. I didn't like Blackbum. I've never liked Blackbum, with its stupid humped pitch and its general air of damp resignation. Blackbum is the sump of the world.

3. I don't like the way Forest players get injured at the drop of a hat. It reminds me of Little Ed's song, which will provide the title track of a major up-coming feature film:
We like cheese and biscuits
Better than coffee and cake,
The trouble with cheese and biscuits is
The cheese just crumbles and the biscuits break.

4. I didn't like the way Forest started. Our so-called attacking plan went down the drain somewhere between intention and execution, and it was Blackbum who seemed to have a clearer idea of what pressing and attacking meant. Forest's lack of clarity continued into the middle of the match, and when eventually they did open their eyes it was too late.

5. I didn't like the performance levels of some of the players. The defence was okay except when it was terrible, Lansbury frustrated, Cohen fired in a brainless free kick right at the end when everyone including our goalkeeper was waiting for a high one into the mix, and Hildeberto stopped the ensuing Blackbum break with a tackle which got him sent off. That Kasami bloke didn't exactly shine, and Dumitru was reliably duff.

6. I didn't and don't like the appalling inconsistency of this side. They should by now be welded into a consistently effective group, but they're not. It's this kind of waywardness which will get Mister Mountaineer the sack, if and when the Yanks move in.

7. I didn't like thinking that last thought after the match, and I still don't. But unless Mister Mountaineer can buck this switchback trend (we've lost six out of thirteen games now) I fear for his future.


SEASON 2016/17
01 06.08.16 FOREST 4 BURTON DOWN 3
02 12.08.16 HOVE 3 FOREST 0
03 16.08.16 BENTFORD 1 FOREST 0
04 20.08.16 FOREST 4 WIGGUM 3
05 27.08.16 FOREST 3 LEED 1
06 11.09.16 VILLA 2 FOREST 2
08 17.09.16 FOREST 1 NORRIDGE 2
09 24.09.16 WENDIES 2 FOREST 1
10 27.09.16 FOREST 1 COTTAGING 1
11 01.10.16 BRISTOLS 2 FOREST 1
12 14.10.16 FOREST 3 BOREMINGHAM 1
13 18.10.16 BLACKBum 2 FOREST 1

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.