Rest in peace, Cloughie.

I hadn’t realised it at the time, but I inadvertantly spent a few moments sitting at the feet of the great man as the fifth anniversary since his passing ticked around waiting for the bus.

So today marks five years since the great man passed away.

What struck me was at all hours of the day his statue on the junction of King/Queen Street doesn’t ever seem to fail to draw admirers at any hour of the day.

What more can we say about him?  He’s so well known to us all – indeed, this year we had his debut on the silver screen courtesy of Michael Sheen’s excellent portrayal of him in ‘The Damned United’.  Whilst the Clough family understandably shunned the film based on the book’s depiction of the great man I think the film paints a much more favourable picture of him.

I’m caught between disappointment that nobody seemed to mark the occasion at the City Ground yesterday, but also accepting that at some point we need to move on.  It was nice to see a few fans who had chosen to mark the moment by donning a green jumper for the game – maybe Forest should publicise that idea, I’m not sure a minute’s silence is called for.

The good thing about perhaps citing the recent DVD release of ‘The Damned United’ is that this is a film that depicts as well as I can imagine (being too young to have ‘been there’) the essential dynamic between not just the greatness of Brian Clough, but the foil with which most of his achievements were in conjunction with – the one, the only, Peter Taylor.

I’ll probably be putting the film on later and feeling all maudlin about it.

Rest in peace, both.