And so Forest’s annual On the Beach day came around a little earlier this season. Two games to spare, with plenty of breathing space ahead of Bournemouth at home. What were we all so worried about?
The team news landed. MGW. Blimey. He’s stepped up big time this season following the #lolspurs fall out of last summer. He had no need to play this match with his mask. It’s clear that he still has a point to prove ahead of the World Cup.
Vitor meanwhile on BBC Radio Nottingham was living in fantasy land. Or maybe something got a little lost in translation?:
“We won the Champions League.”
Steady the buffers, gaffer.
He went on to clarify:
“We won our Champions League.”
Which is a rather chest-beating way of saying we’re not getting relegated, a new contract should be in the post, job well done.
VERY well done. I’ve never been so chilled watching a Forest match in recent seasons. If this is what mid-table obscurity feels like, then bring it on.
All we’ve ever really wanted in the four years since the PL return is to be safe by Easter, and then coast in as the sun starts to shine. Last season was an outlier.
There was strong end of season vibes ahead of KO. I can’t say I’m a fan of player’s kids coming out with the team. But then I haven’t got any kids, and I’m never likely to be leading Forest out at Old Trafford.
The game was wide open right from the KO. Man Utd struck first whilst the Forest players were rolling out the beach towels.
But wait! What’s this?
Morato? Where the chuff did that come from? Tie that BEAST of a bloke down with a ten year contract, erm, right…?
Man Utd went ahead again, before the sun tan lotion could be rubbed into the muscular thighs of the Brazilian BEAST. Whatever. It was that type of game.
The dodgy VAR - which is putting it politely - wasn’t really in the spirit of the end of term feel. It will do little to silence the growing sense of the PL Cartel, and accusations of being corrupt as fuck.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man in the mask. MGW’s second for Forest was the goal of the game. I was known to be a rather tricky player myself back in the day - there you go again, making a Forest Crap Match Report all about yourself, etc.
But the delicacy of the touch by MGW, and the skill and foresight requited to pull that off was incredible. Not only should he be on the plane to the WC, he should be starting alongside Anderson.
The game then went a little bonkers, with basketball breaks up and down the pitch. Either team could easily have scored a couple more.
It wasn’t to be for Forest. There’s no shame in a 3-2 defeat away at Old Trafford, including a very poor VAR decision against us. I would be fuming if we weren’t already ordering in the margaritas ahead of KO.
Bournemouth back at the World Famous next weekend promises to be the beach part to end all beach parties.