Musings, ponderings and growing impatience!

Sometimes when you have an afternoon off work, you just have to have a muse and a ponder. It’s the Friday before the season starts, which is inherently a good thing, but with the slight frustration of an extra days wait until the dreaded Sky trucks rumble into the Brian Clough Stand car parks to herald our arrival back into the Championship on live TV.

I’m exceedingly excited about the return of regular trips to the City Ground, that goes without saying. I’m also nervous; I’ve been pleased with our signings, but am worried by our injuries. Whilst Reading may have lost Shorey, they still look like strong opponents to kick off our campaign. There was an entire league between where we both resided last season, it does make you think! Then again, there was with Derby too, and they’re gash!!

To have unrealistic hopes and dreams for this season has been all-but beaten out of Forest fans who’ve been around a while. You know who you are if, like me, you needed to take a moment on promotion day to compute the fact that we’d actually achieved something! But despite the paper-thin squad, despite the strength of some of our opponents, despite a manager whom I was oft deeply critical of last season, I have an unexplainable underpinning of optimism this season.

By that, I don’t mean I’m prophecising a consecutive promotion – I might add – just that I have a feeling that Smoulds might just prove to be a decent manager, and we should be okay. Not spectacular, but satifactory. And frankly, that’ll do me for now!