So
you want to be a Forest fan, huh?
01/09/03 | by Alex Walker
You've recently been looking for a new hobby ever
since your local dominoes club was moved to Thursday nights to
make way for the ladies' oil painting classes at the civic centre
and now clashes with Ground Force. You've been considering Bingo
and Bowls, but one day, while trying to solve a particularly
nasty Times crossword clue, your newspaper slips from your grasp
and lands on the living room floor with the Sports section facing
up. As you pick it up to return to four across, your eye is drawn
to yesterday's football scores and you notice that your local
side won. You pause for a second, then glance at the league table
to discover that their fortunes have been high recently.
You spend a few days dwelling on it during those quiet moments in
your potting shed, until one morning you pluck up the courage to
confront your wife. You put down your marmalade on toast, stroke
your beard nervously then say: "Dear, I'm thinking about
becoming a Forest fan."
She is shocked and proceeds to drop her cup, cracking it and
spilling hot tea all over the breakfast table. Fortunately the
best crockery is safely locked away in the dresser, but the table
cloth will need a good soak in warm water.
When your good lady has attended to this duty, you approach the
subject again. She has her reservations, mostly about her husband
turning from a respected member of society into a lager-drinking
hooligan thus damaging the attendance of her weekly coffee
mornings, but after some persuasion, she agrees.
So what next? You've reached the crossroads in your life and
embarked on the journey to becoming a true red, but which way to
turn?
If you're going to do this properly you have to throw yourself in
at the deep end. It's no good being an armchair fan these days -
you have to be committed to the cause and willing to get behind
the team in person. So after deciding which game to attend, you
must then weigh up the options of which part of the City Ground
to sit in.
The Trent End seems popular, but that must have something to do
with the low prices of the tickets. A well-to-do chap like
yourself won't want to lower himself to sitting with the plebs.
The stand is packed with families, tight-arses and (God forbid!)
students.
Still, the Trent End is renowned for its good atmosphere and you
had been planning on putting your choirboy training into practice
with a good sing-song during the games to show your support. That
A Block is supposed to be good for singing, but you seem to
recall distant memories of tutting disapprovingly when the
ape-like residents of that particular area were featured on the
evening news for some despicable act of misbehavior. No, the A
Block sounds too rough for you.
So where now? Well the Upper Bridgford stand would be all right
if spitting on the away fans were your thing, but in the end you
opt for the Brian Clough stand. It may be more pricey than other
parts of the ground, but the views are good and there will always
be plenty of well-informed people around you to whom you can
pertain valuable information about your new team.
Who to go
with?
You don't fancy going to the match on your own so you buy two
tickets, but who should you give the other one too? Your first
thought is your darling wife, but then you remember her initial
reaction at your announcement of your support. Besides, you don't
want her cramping your style asking embarrassing questions like
"which way are Forest shooting?" and "what does
'offside' mean?" (questions which may well be made all the
more embarrassing because the chances are you won't know the
answers yourself).
None of your friends are big football fans so you're in a bit of
a pickle until you remember that football is traditionally a
father and son activity. You give your lad a call and ask him if
he will accompany you to the game. You promise to pay his train
fare back from arts college in Sussex and although football isn't
really his bag, he agrees when you tell him how much this pursuit
means to you, deciding to humour you lest he puts his inheritance
at risk.
What to
wear?
Of course, the replica kit is par for the course, but it is hard
to justify spending £40 on a single item of clothing -
especially when it means you will have to sacrifice this month's
addition to your Begerac video collection. But as a true fan, you
know that this money will help the club so you take the plunge.
In order to look like a proper fan you consider getting the name
of a player printed on the back of your shirt, but until you've
been to a few games you won't know who your favourite squad
members are. Besides, you've been doing a bit of research and it
seems that the club has been selling a lot of players recently
and you don't want to be walking around with the name of Aston
Villa's latest signing on your back.
Do I need
anything else?
While you're in the club shop you decide to pick up a few other
accessories: a scarf with the club's colours, a Forest mug, a
team poster for your study, and one of those replica kits
commemorating the club's 1979/80 European Cup success in order to
appear as if you've been supporting the team for donkey's years.
What
should I know?
You also pick up a Nottingham Forest history book and spend the
following few nights reading up on the club's past. You find out
about the club's birth from a struggling hockey team, that the
City Ground acquired its name from Nottingham being given city
status a hundred years ago, how the club hired a young manager
named Brian Clough following his sacking by Leeds United after
just 44 days and then went on to win the League Championship in
their first season since promotion.
You also go the city library and check the newspaper archives to
brush up on recent history. You learn that the names Irving
Scholar and Julian Markham are dirty words on the banks of the
Trent, David Platt was felt by all to be a useless excuse for a
manager, and that everyone hates Derby County and Leicester City
aren't shy to let it be known.
You discover the club's academy is renowned for producing some of
the best young players in the country and it's former director is
now the manager of the first team, the club was saved on the
brink of financial ruin a few years ago by rich business man and
Forest supporter Nigel Doughty who is now chairman, and that the
club has been languishing in the First Division for just over
four years now since being relegated in 1999 following a troubled
and eventful decade.
What about
the players?
You know that knowledge of the players is going to be essential,
particularly so that you know who to shout abuse at from the
stands (that is what football fans spend most of their time
doing, as far as you can gather, and your therapist recommends
that it will help you take out a bit of your pent-up frustration
you hold for your interfering mother-in-law).
You decide that it is about time you figured out how that modem
thingy on the computer you use to do the accounts works. After a
few hours of mucking about with cables and driver disks, you get
yourself logged onto the information superhighway and check out a
few Forest websites to investigate their player profiles
sections.
You deduce that Darren Ward is a fine shot-stopper but is less
than sound when it comes to dealing with crosses, Michael Dawson
is one of the best defenders in the country despite his young
years while his team-mate Des Walker is still turning back the
clock playing well into his late thirties.
Andy Reid is Forest's most talented midfielder and lives up to
the hype, unlike Gareth Williams who often fails to use his great
natural ability to full extent. Eion Jess has not made a great
impact on the side since joining last year, but Eugen Bopp is
full of European promise.
Up front, David Johnson and Marlon Harewood are a formidable
partnership, both getting over 20 goals last season. Harewood
bursts through defenses in a haphazard manner and is a fans'
favourite, while Johnson has natural goal-scoring ability.
How do the
songs go?
While on the web, you find a site that lists Forest songs and
chants. Most of the chants concern local rivals Derby County and
often their unholy love for sheep, although there are some
original ones in there. You're sure you've got a vinyl copy of
the Righteous Brothers 'You've Lost That Loving Feeling'
somewhere around the house so you'll need to practice the first
verse. You also remember receiving a copy of Paul McCartney's
'Mull of Kintyre' as an unwanted Christmas present one year and
there is a Forest version of that in which the mist if rolling in
from the Trent and your desire is always to be at the City
Ground, not some lumpy bit of Scotland.
Anything
else I'll need to know before it's too late?
Well it might be advisable to take your own half-time snack as
the food on offer at the ground is over-priced and usually
undercooked, more like an expensive way of catching E Coli than
nourishment.
You can spare a coupled of quid for a matchday programme to read
during the dull parts of the game, or you could save some money
and buy a fanzine instead to keep up to speed on what the fans
have got to say for themselves.
Pre- and post-match pints can be supped at many locations around
the ground, so you can pick from the Trent Bridge Inn, Southbank
bar, the Larwood & Voce, Hubble Bubble, Casa and many others.
Parking is a nightmare on matchdays so unfortunately that means
you'll have to use public transport to get to and from the game.
Other than that, there's not a great deal more you need to know
that you won't find out at the game. Nothing can prepare you for
the delight or heartache that a Forest game can put your through,
but one thing is for sure: after following the Reds for a short
while, you'll never be able to go back to dominoes club, even if
they do move it back to Tuesdays.