“Forest will score first and someone (from Norwich) will miss the one golden chance to equalise in the 95th minute from 5 yards. The Carrow Road faithful will still give the team a roar of approval at the end.”
“Sure we might only get a draw but that wouldn’t be the end of the world. I just have the feeling that we won’t lose this one.”
This is what turned out to be a semi-prophetic exchange between Keith B and myself in the comments section of our MFW Forest preview on Boxing Day.
Now I’m not the most gifted football writer in the world as all on MFW know, but I take pride in my honesty.
I am thoroughly ashamed of myself. There’s mud on my face and I’m a big disgrace.
I left before the end, something I hardly ever do. My back was killing me and after their third went in I stumbled down the Barclay stairs and headed for the fine folks at Courtesy Cars (many other local Taxi firms are available) internally struggling with the concept of how we’d lost 3-0. Apart from a couple of individual errors, we were so superior it was ridiculous.
I went to the car where a cabbie I know quite well said it was back to 3-1. As he was booked for St Faith’s he kicked me out to get me into the Hyundai behind. The driver had The Prodigy on which was slightly uplifting, but I went through our front door with one of the biggest sulks on ever. After being licked to death by the dogs and the inevitable “what are you doing home this early?” question from Mrs P, she broke the news.
We’d scored twice in injury time and it had ended 3-3.
I made her put the radio back on to confirm it – I really thought she was joking. Not so.
We should have been out of sight at half-time but the mistake of dribbling across our box by an over-confident Max Aarons was punished hard by Matty Cash.
Further goals from basketballer Jack Robinson and Cash (the latter an excellent Forest move that pulled us all over the place) seemingly had the coffin nailed down and sealed in a sarcophagus.
We all know what happened after that although I wasn’t there to witness the denouement – fool that I am.
In his piece yesterday, Gary was extremely diplomatic about referee John Brooks. I am not quite so graciously inclined. I would bracket him with one Simon Hooper.
Why was Robinson’s blatant handball not given as a penalty? Why was Fox still on the pitch after at least two transgressions following his initial yellow card? Why did neither assistant referee remember they possessed a flag?
And in an attempt at balance, maybe Marco Stiepermann should have walked. From where we sit in the Barclay, we were all fearing the dread of red. Maybe he got away with it because there was no “intent” and the pitch was as greasy as last night’s frying pan when you’ve been too lazy to wash it up.
I do not wish to see Mr Brooks officiate us again and I hope the relevant NCFC officials and independent assessors agree with that sentiment.
I have to admit this incarnation of Forest was foreign to me. Two games in a row where we’ve received a right kicking, to be blunt.
It has to be the Karanka effect, which we remember all too well from his Boro tenure. I’m sure Tony Pulis will continue that modus operandi in the North East, for what little that’s worth.
Of course, the injuries are really starting to bite. Christoph Zimmermann should be back for the visit of Frank Lampard’s Derby County, but from what I saw there is little chance of Emi Buendia making it. Or possibly, more importantly, Jamal Lewis.
I guess we could switch Aarons to left-back and deploy either Ivo Pinto or Ben Marshall at right back.
Derby are definitely not a kicking side – although I said that about Forest and was wrong – so a win tomorrow is quite possible and if we escape with enough fit bodies, we should be okay at a currently underwhelming Brentford on New Year’s Day.
No time to think about what our most prominent rivals WBA and fellow “late late show” rivals Leeds are doing – it’s all about us.
I reckon the morale in our camp must be sky high after that miracle in NR1. But we so deserved it.
So Forest scored three, we scored three and QPR scored three – the perfect prile of threes (one for the card players).
Mind the gap 🙂