Commons’s Forest future hinges on promotion..

It wasn’t really much of a surprise to read on the Nottingham Evening Post website that Forest and Kris are putting their discussions on hold until our fate this season is decided.  Removing any emotion from the scenario – basically, Kris wants more money than Forest will pay if we remain in League One, but presumably will consider if we reach the Championship.  So in short, fail to get promotion, and Kris will seek his fortune elsewhere – probably Birmingham, Palace (Wolves? – Mick McCarthy was apparently at the Bournemouth game).

Hardly a shocking insight – it makes perfect sense from the point of view of both parties.  Forest don’t want to sign him up on a lucrative deal only to end up stuck in League One for another year, with dwindling attendances and a measly income from TV and the like.  Equally, Kris doesn’t really want to do that either – he’s reaching the point of his career when if he’s going to “make it”, then he needs to get a wriggle on and find a side at a level to suit his abilities.

On his day, Kris is at least a Championship standard player –  with the potential to make the next step (with a lot of work on fitness, teamwork and consistency!) – we’ve seen him make Spurs look foolish, for example.  He’s an incredibly gifted young man who could, in all honesty, probably benefit from moving to a club where he’d need to fight for his place a bit – too long his time here has been spent with him undisputed ‘talent’ in the squad, with no competition for his position aside from shoehorning Perchy in there, or recalling Bastians.

If he’s a difficult person to motivate (and I’m not saying he is, I don’t know him – but I get that impression from watching him play from the stands) then these are conditions that will nurture that lethargy.  Let’s face it, if Kris is fit, Kris is in the team – we know it, he knows it, Smoulds knows it.  It’s not a healthy situation to try to get him to push himself and develop further – so, regardless of whether Kris stays or goes (for the record, I hope very much that he stays), then we need to sign a new left winger – either to replace him, or to push him for his first team shirt and make him work for it.

It must be a slow news day or something!  The fear is that Mark Arthur is involved in the negotiations, whether it be releasing Trigger without securing a replacement, or allowing Harris to leave only to sign for a team we’ve yet to play – it’s all rather amateurish really – it doesn’t give me much faith for any deals being struck at the moment by our less-than-illustrious chief executive!

Forest-inspired music: part nine

It seems European football sparks a myriad of musical output – so perhaps we should be thankful that this trade has abated or we’d be flooded with nonsense records released by a bunch of scousers, prawn-sandwich eating cock-er-neys and, well, people from anywhere in the country other than Manchester! Today’s inclusion is called Magic in Madrid by a dubious collective who call themselves Tristam Shandy.

Tristam Shandy, I have discovered, is the subject of a series of eighteenth century novels written by Laurence Sterne. A set of comic novels, no less, repleat with bawdy humour that was immensely popular in it’s day apparently. Why this has inspired the name of this particular individual or individuals, I have no idea at all. There is also a person called Chris (the Mouth) Ashley who presumably provides the scathing spoken parts of the song – he is apparently a reasonably well known radio personality!

The song – given the title – unsurprisingly takes on a very Spanish sounding guitar-based ditty, with spoken words expressing doubt at Forest’s chances, with (almost) melodic verses and choruses exuding Forest’s greatness, some of it is actually quite infuriatingly catchy – and again, certainly gets you funny looks if you happen to be listening to it in the car with your windows open. There are the inevitable snippets of commentary and well, really, it’s probably on a par with many of the other songs I’ve included so far really. That isn’t really saying much.