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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