Well its been a bit of a disappointing time of late all things Forest. The results do not really need examining in too greater detail as I think we all know where the main problems lie. At the time of writing, we have the joint worse goal scoring record, which completely belies the talent we have playing in the Garibaldi. If we had a Stan or Pierre, then I am convinced we would be in an automatic promotion spot. At the moment, all we have to gloat about is the demise of our sheep bothering neighbours but even they have been handed a slice of fortune recently. Youl Mawene’s goal (can I call it that?) bordered on the farcical, but once again by all reports, they were still shit so there is still hope that we will be guaranteed 6 points come season 2002/3.

Still, to lighten the mood somewhat during this period, I enjoyed a weekend of social slurps in the fair city of Dublin as part of a football tour. Of course, this meant missing the 1-1 thriller against Preston but by all accounts I didn’t miss too much. The weekend degenerated into a festival of Guinness, Guinness, and guess what... more Guinness. Of course, this left me farting like a baby with a bicycle pump down it’s neck, but it was all worth it. I think! Add to this, the room I shared contained 8 extremely pissed and sick (who was that!) men, meaning enjoyment was prioritised over comfort. For those who haven’t been to Dublin, I would describe it as quite scruffy, extortionately expensive, but a great place to go to get slaughtered!!! At £2.50 plus for a pint of the black stuff, and £3.00 plus for a pint of larger, this one needs saving up for but comes highly recommended, especially the Temple Bar area where you will find small cobbled streets littered with bars and pubs.

More distractions were sought at The Forum where Gene were playing as part of their Libertine Tour. This included a humorous poem read by Irvine Welsh of Trainspotting fame before the main set. Quality gig from start to finish as front man Martin Rossiter set about his home crowd with the usual vigour. Gene’s signature tune, “Olympian” probably topped the lot, but the new songs “Is it over?” and “O Lover” were carried off well infront of the expectant hoards.

As Forest’s poor run continues, I will be forced to find solace from the king monkey himself, Ian Brown who will be scratching around for peanuts in Brixton shortly.

Remember the goal scoring prowess of Dean Saunders, Silenzi, Lee etc. Now these were genuinely poor, but in my humble opinion, Harewood, John, Lester, and yes, even David Johnson are good players with potential to score goals for the Forest but for whatever reason the goals just aren’t flowing. I think we can now see what kind of mess David Platt left us in. Lavish with the checkbook, cheap on results, Platt has left Paul Hart a difficult task. At this point in the season, Harty should be able to dip into the transfer market to strengthen his team in order to move up the division, not be forced to sell players to balance the books. Cheers Dave.

Until the next time, BEHAVE!!!