Of course this album is preposterous. That’s the appeal. I spent most of the time listening to the bass lines. I really wanted to buy a copy. I even found a cheapo copy on ebay. But it’s a crap album. That’s why it’s so cheap. Doh! In summary: I like the idea of the album, but not the execution.
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AMAZING! Sean Dyche has been Head Coach at Forest longer than Ange the Clown.
Blimey.
I’ve tried to wipe out the Ange 39 days from my memory. I think the Forest players feel the same, tbh.
It does seem like a lifetime away now as we try and climb up to mid-table. I wasn’t even born when Nuno was Head Coach.
What a time to be alive, etc.
And so on Sunday we had Brighton rock up at the World Famous with Dyche looking as though he is empire building.
I’m all for dynasties. Dyche has the background that we all crave for, if not the flair.
You get the impression he hero worshipped Carl Tiler rather than Bing Crosby back in the day.
It was a little odd having to switch to Sky Sports Cricket to watch Forest. I half expected to see Stuart Broad starting in the back four.
Instead we had Morato.
Oh.
Morato Time started about 89 minutes too early for me.
The minute’s silence for former Academy player Joshua Travis was very moving. You often hold your breath during these moments, praying that no idiot in the crowd spoils the occasion.
Congratulations for everyone involved for treating the passing of a very young lad with the dignity it deserves - and that includes the club as well.
Brighton started sharply. VERY sharply. It looked like another 7-0 scoreline might be the final outcome, such was the pressure they placed on Forest.
Wellbeck’s going to blag a hat trick, right?
Wrong.
Well done to Dyche and the Forest old boys for working out what the chuff was going on, and then reacting in real time on the pitch.
My tactical awareness isn’t going to lead me to be invited on to one of the many Forest podcasts sometime soon. But I think it was something to do with the lack of link up play between MGW and Jesus?
Christ, etc.
With the left wing in complete chaos up in Liverpool as Your Party assembled (ffs) it was the right wing that was causing issues for Forest back at the World Famous.
Neco was having a very rare, and ever so slightly off day.
The first thirty minutes or so were a tough watch. It wasn’t that Forest were crap, but simply that Brighton were outstanding. We couldn’t get a sniff in.
A comeback of sorts followed for the final fifteen minutes of the half. Forest looked strong.
And then came the sucker punch, right before half time.
I refer to my previous answer of knowing chuff all about tactics when trying to explain the great big bloody gap that allowed an unmarked Maxim De Cuyper (nope, me neither) strolling in unmarked.
HT.
Time to regroup, time to reset.
I’ve been impressed with the way that Dyche has handled these situations. He is far from the dinosaur as advertised.
The defensive displays of Burnley and Everton now seem a reflection on the dead wood he was working with at the time.
Omari Hutchinson is far from that. He ran the show for most of the second half. He’s finally living up to the record signing fee status.
Collymore was a bit of a slow burner…
It felt that if Forest got a goal, they would go on to win the game. But the clock was ticking down.
OK - a draw against a top six team would still be good.
And then came Morato Time.
Oh dear.
He got himself in a right old bloody mess - not once, but twice.
It had to be an ex-Olympiacos player who profited. The Big Fat Greek ain’t gonna like that.
Hey hoe.
On to Wolves - who are in serious danger of ‘beating’ the D***y record. I’d still take three points off them.
Play time, etc.
Woh.
Where to start here?
This was possibly the best ball game I’ve seen.
tl;dr the game was tied at the buzzer. Two periods of OT followed. There was very little to separate these teams. Newcastle just edged it.
Arse.
The first quarter started at an incredible pace. Surely both teams can’t keep this up for four quarters?
Erm, yep. Plus another ten minutes if you don’t mind.
Value for money, etc.
Miles Brown hit some big three pointers in the first quarter.
Rebs' Captain Tom Childs sat down his rival guard, delivered a killer pass, and then another three pointer was sunk.
“If you’re here supporting the Newcastle Knights, make some noise!”
…was the rather ironic words of encouragement from Mr MC.
There was no noise.
Ta for coming, etc.
Rebels took a 45-39 lead into the half time buzzer.
The Duck Tax was the HT fun. Parents of kids are ‘encouraged’ to part with £1 for a plastic duck, that is then thrown on to an archery style parachute on centre circle.
Even Rachel Reeves would blush, such is the fiscal soft hand technique used to raise a little extra revenue.
I sat on my hands.
The third and fourth quarters raced on by. Tom Childs played another massive game, dominating play and setting up the chances.
Rebs looked as though they had won the game, but a few costly errors led to five minutes of an OT shoot out.
To their credit, the Rebs reset, and went again. A rough period of play followed with some very physical passages of play.
Five minutes were up, and still you couldn’t separate the two teams on 103-103.
Shall we do it all over again?
SHOUT OUT to the home crowd. Everyone in the Arena got behind the Rebs. It was the best atmosphere we’ve had so far this season.
Some calm finishing from Newcastle saw the visitors over the line.
The Rebs bench looked broken at the buzzer.
They shouldn’t have. This was a marked improvement on the last home game two weeks ago.
We may not be the most talented team, but the commitment is there to see on court.
Jersey Night at the Essex Sports Arena. Which means fans are encouraged to wear their fave replica basketball vest.
Brrr. It’s a bit chilly for short-sleeves, let alone a vest. I opted for the black RUBBER rain mac instead.
I wasn’t invited on to centre court at the interval to parade my finest fashion wear.
Their loss.
The Rebels women got off to a dynamite start at home to a strong Oaklands Wolves. Rebs put 19 points up on the board before the Wolves were able to reply.
Everything seemed to be going the way of the home team. All the free throws were sunk, whilst Oakland looked nervy from the free throw line
A 31-11 lead for the Rebs at the end of the first quarter looked like game over already.
The pace picked up in the second. Wolves refused to fade away, with the score pegged back 50-38 to the Rebs at the break.
Natalie Chou was outstanding for the home team. She dominated every area of the court - in attack, defence and everything in-between.
Olivia Forster meanwhile played a fiery game. She was in the face of her opponents and wasn’t about to be intimidated by some rather big and bruising Oakland players.
The away team did manage a comeback of sorts in the third. They took it to a five point game - which was a little too close for comfort.
The Rebs were tested in the final quarter. In previous season they would have collapsed. But not so the Rebs of 2025.
They dug deep and left the court with a fantastic 92-78 home win.
Up the Rebs!
Vauxhall Could Get One Of The UK’s Tallest Residential Buildings
I’ve long since lost track of the new towers around the VNEB cluster. I rather like them as a spectacle. London is nothing if it stands still. The fight against global capital was lost decades ago. This doesn’t mean that developers should be given a free ride - or Lambeth, for that matter. But if you can’t stop this endless march of capitalism, then at least try and appreciate how London never stands still. This is a good thing.
“Our political system suffered a massive virtual oil spill thanks to Twitter, which we have yet to begin to clean up”
City Ground honours heroes of ’79 as Dyche’s rejuvenated Forest march on
The Morning Star’s Tricky Tree Correspondent has been busy again.
Spotify tried to serve me up three and a half hours of this. No ta. I pressed on with the original release. The storyline is BONKERS. I tried to ignore this and focus on the music instead. Rock and opera should never appear in the same sentence. It’s a mess of an album that lectures you. YOU MUST LISTEN! I’d rather buzz off me tits with some drum ‘n’ bass tbh.
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One Day in ‘79 was the strap line Forest used for the marketing push ahead of Malmo at home in the Europa League.
One Evening in ‘25 turned out to be half decent as well.
Forest do these grand occasions VERY well. As soon as the draw was made in August pairing us up with Malmo once again, I just knew that the Big Fat Greek would embrace it.
It was a magnificent gesture to invite - and pay for - both teams from One Day in ‘79 to be guest of honours at the World Famous City Ground.
Not everyone could sadly make it. Up until very recently I thought that the Miracle Men were just that. As players from other great clubs passed on, somehow the Forest team were all still amongst us.
Tricky Trev’s departure hurt hard. He was the £1M Man. He wouldn’t be the first to go.
I watched the Forest YT stream from the red carpet from 5pm. David Prutton did a decent job of door stepping old men - who probably wanted to tuck in to the freebie food and booze.
There were some lovely moments though. Colin Barrett and Bomber Bowyer both brought the humour. I confess to a Pavlovian shout of “TINA! TINA! TINA!” when Shilts appeared on screen.
He bloody loves it.
The stream finished an hour later. The final word went to Brian. The final word should always go to Brian.
What a club. What a legacy.
Now then. Down to business and One Night in ‘25.
The team news shortly dropped. SEVEN team changes. Blimey.
I wasn’t sure about John in goal. It was great to see Zak starting. I was looking forward to seeing what McAtee can do. Ditto Kalimuendo.
The old fellas from One Day in ‘79 came out to meet the crowd shortly ahead of KO. Some muppets in the Malmo end got a little over enthusiastic.
I hope we bloody stuff you now.
The sight of Ryan Yates leading out Forest at the World Famous in a European fixture was something to savour. The Skipper rose to the occasion with one of his best games in the Garibaldi.
And it wasn’t just the tops, either. I bloody love it when we wear red shorts. I think it’s an emotional attachment going all the way back to Munich ‘79.
The teams lined up, the game kicked off.
Hang on. Murillo is playing at left back? Blimey.
Yates and Abbot both linked up well. It was genuinely lovely seeing the two Forest Academy boys playing together on the European stage.
A Captain’s goal soon followed.
GEDDIN the Trent, etc.
This was an incredibly one sided contest. Malmo looked like a team that had come to enjoy the occasion, rather than win the game. They were the most passive team we have seen on Trentside in years.
What was the point in travelling all the way over from Sweden, and then not being arsed to even leave the halfway line?
Forest sensed this and tried to kill the game off within the first thirty minutes. I lost count of the number of chances we had.
A goal from Kalimuendo followed. That will do wonders for his confidence.
The third goal after the break from the Serbinator sealed the game. I bloody love VAR, me.
Time to get Murillo and CHO off. Feet up lads, ahead of the Premier League.
But wait! What’s this?
ATTACK! ATTACK!
ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!
Attacking subs were brought on. Whatever happened to Dyche the dinosaur with his defensive style of play?
The game then had the feel of an international friendly. Substitutions broke up the pace of the game.
Yates was brilliant from start to finish. Write him off at your peril.
And so One Day in ‘79 became One Night in ‘25. The 3-0 win won’t be as significant as the magic of Munich, but it will do wonders for our Europa League standing.
Another great European night on Trentside.
This is a very classy - albeit slightly bonkers - club.
More NEW BITS, via This is Clobbered once again.
K-Way is a new brand to me. It specialises in retro cagoules. The USP is that the zip is at the centre of the design.
Apparently they are all the rage amongst the kids.
I still count, right?
This reminds me of the Nike cagoule craze back at school in the early days of hip hop. Some bastard nicked mine from the cloakroom. It was returned a few months later with fag burns.
I bloody hated school, tbh.
But here I am, still living out those early electro fantasies, still got it.
Just.
This look needs a pair of ski goggles btw to complete it. This was the style back in ‘84, and I see no reason not to ponce it up once again.
I actually bought a pair of ski goggles from Lidl last week.
No shit.
And so wtf was that all about?
Hudson-Odoi says Dyche has ‘reconnected’ Forest squad
A further update from the Morning Star’s Tricky Tree correspondent.
Fancy some more KLF mixes?
COURSE you do.
This is pretty cool - an archive of personal mixes of all things KLF inspired, now dumped on the modern interweb and ready to download.
There’s quite a story behind the philanthropic sharing as well:
“I am a 72 year old totally anal KLF fanatic and sometime DJ …think squats and forest clearings back in the day. Though now on palliative care (dying) I would like to share my vinyl with you all.”
It’s impossible to put together any definitive KLF discog - either official or bootlegs. There’s so much out there, most of it worthy of a listen.
You get the impression that this is encouraged. It’s not as if the KLF themselves were shrinking violets when it came to copyright lifting for their own work.
They’re still at it as well. The KLF name may be gone, but new music - or projects - continue to drop frequently.
Mu Mu Land is a never ending story it seems.
There’s even talk of a Sunny Stockwell gig back at Transcentral in… 2323.
We’ll al be pretty ancient by then.
Yep.
