In memory of greatness..

Four years ago I was on my holidays, when my mobile phone went ballistic with the upsetting news of Brian Clough passing away.  As he’s a man who said himself that he wanted no profound epitaphs, I shan’t write at length here – but would encourage everybody to spare a thought for him as they wend their way to the City Ground, or otherwise.

If it weren’t for the amazing things that Mr Clough achieved at Trentside, I imagine I would not be writing this notw –  I probably would have succumbed to hunting glory along with many of my classmates, clad unfavourably in Liverpool shirts.  Thankfully when I was at that impressionable age, Forest actually weren’t a source of shame to follow – quite the opposite – and that bond which has been forged is a tough one to break – even through the David Platt years, and subsequent barrel-scraping leading to the worst spell in the clubs’ history!

I hope the club is to commemorate him appropriately, particularly in the light of the ill-thought out green jumper nonsense for the Sunderland cup game.  Rest in Peace, Sir Brian – let’s hope Forest can put on a show worthy of your memory this afternoon.

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  1. Nice one nffc i was also honoured to see the reds under cloughie an absolute football legend i remember not being able to watch the last 10 minutes of the hamburg game what a team what a period priceless memories.

    Do you or any other reds have any cloughie tales ? me my dad and grandad saw forest beat celtic 2 -1 at parkhead 70000 at game cloughie magic ,after the game we waited to see players i was 10 yrs old after an eternity players started to come out cloughie emerged thanking police outside.My dad pushed me to get an autograph brian said your brave standing here as a forest fan young man.I was sruck dumb he took me an d a little celtic fan on team bus and and started ordering players to sign progarammes and give us little gifts it was awesome the man was a legend.

    He signed my programme ( be good ricky stick in at school thanks for coming to see us beat celtic brian clough) .

  2. your a lucky man redric, thats a great memory, i was never lucky enough to meet him.
    i met calderwood before the the kilmarnock game pre season last year…….it’s just not the same.

  3. That’s a brilliant memory, redric :)

    I only met him twice, once on the pitch after his last game – he looked so ill, bless him. And later for a book signing, when he was in great form.

    Unfortunately my age and Liverpool fans prevented me from seeing Forest in European action under Cloughie.

  4. I “met” him the first season he arrived.

    Not long after him came to the club he had that “shed” erected on the half way line (as the dugouts then werent either side of the half way line then)

    After one League game, there was a schoolboy match taking place and anyone could stop on and watch it. My mate and I jumped over the Bridgford End wall and walked round to BC’s shed and promptly took residence.

    My mate did a wicked BC impersonation and was shouting “Now then young man” from the shed when the green tracksuit top suddenly appeared and told us in no uncertain terms to (and I quote here) “F*ck off!” Needless to say we fled!

    That story has earned me one ot two pints down the pub and I would always raise my glass to the Great Man and laugh.

    RIP BC

  5. He was the man who made me follow this great club, period. I was only 12 in 1977 and I was watching in awe through “The Big Match” (we used to get it in Greece with a week’s delay!), a small provincial team climbing up from Div II right to the League throne. The two European Cups just added to the thrill (I still remember watching the Madrid final with around 50 other people, and being the only one cheering after Robbo’s goal!).
    Now that I have been following Forest for an unbelievable 31 years (just ask Pool or Man U fans here in Greece if they have been loyal for so long and through situations as ours), I am reading “Provided You Don’t Kiss Me” (lent by my good friend Les, whom you met nffc, during my last visit), and I can’t manage holding back the tears now that I have reached the chapters of the great man’s decline.
    Which I couldn’t do, either, when I found out through the net, on that 2004 day, when I was working for the Athens Paralympics. No one in the office knew he had passed away, but everyone damn knew who the man was and what he had achieved for this Club we all are so fond of, and he’s a big reason why.
    Neither could I refrain from being awfully moved during our first game after his passing, when, after (our own) Marlon opened the scoreline for West Ham, his spirit still haunting the City Ground inspired our black-armband-wearing lads to score twice in the final minutes and claim the win.
    Rest in peace Brian. With your unsurpassed management and motivation skills, but also your big-headedness, your mistakes and your personal problems, I will always cherish your memory and love you for filling my childhood with the real “beautiful game”…

  6. I started watching the the mighty reds as a 16 year old back in 1976,we used to travel on the train along with the team,mixing with your heros was a dream come true i can tell you,the players always had time for you ,signing anything you put in front of them.I never saw Brian walking up and down the train but stood in awe of the great man,when on arrival he would lead the team to the awaiting coach to take them to the ground,then we would be hearded like cattle by the local police,but my god was it worth it.The trips to Europe were like a never ending dream ,what the team did in five years will never never be matched by a team the size of Forest,i was so lucky to see that great team in action week after week RIP Brian the greatest manager we have ever seen.

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