Thanks to MrTomNFFC for sending us this clip of Robbie Savage tying himself up in knots on Radio Derby. Savage starts on the offensive over some admittedly slack journalism from his BBC colleague Colin Gibson, but quickly loses the upper ground, unable to explain Derby’s recent poor form – except to suggest that the fans better get used to results like losing 4-1 at home to Scunthorpe and the only way Nigel Clough could turn things around would be to replace his entire first 11.
We’ve heard rumours, Robbie, that you’re a bit of a twonk…
The new Left Back podcast from Left Lion, featuring myself and Rich Crouch representing LTLF, is available now. What with all the palaver over the Trent this week, we and regular Notts County correspondent Jacob went head-to-head to thrash out all the details of local football, including what Tord Grip will do for money if the Pies go out of business, why Jeremy Clarkson wants to ban Forest fans from Top Gear, and a Leicester fan who showed us her good points. Download it or listen online here.
By Alex Walker, Friday, March 6, 2009, 12:53 pm
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One of the great things about the LTLF Twitter account is the ability to stalk the comedian, author, presenter, raconteur, gay icon and candidate for Best Person in the World, Stephen Fry (or, @stephenfry in Twitter parlance) during his journeys around the world. But I want to be able to wear this t-shirt – in other words, I want to be followed by Stephen Fry.
So, in order to grab his attention, I thought I’d post up some historical research which Stephen could use on his BBC quiz show, QI, source of many a ‘Quite Interesting’ fact…
By Gordon Brown, Monday, December 22, 2008, 10:24 pm
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Dear loyal voters*,
(*I know you would vote for me if you had the chance. In fact, so confident of this was I, I decided it really wasn’t worth going to the effort of having a general election just to find out what we already knew.)
It really is an honour for me to be invited to deliver this year’s LTLF Christmas message, particularly as recently my own party have stopped inviting me to anything, even by-elections.
I admit I’m not the most popular person in the country at the moment (let’s face it – if you came across me and Gary Glitter buried up to our heads in the sand, you would have to stop and think about who to kick first), but I sense that I would be welcomed by Nottingham Forest fans. After all, you seem to have a great deal of patience for Scotsmen in positions of power, even when things are going very very badly.
There is a gentleman that deserves some consideration this week. Brian Howard Clough had a special statue raised to him in the Old Market Square. He was a manager of Forest and a former England player.
There are some moments in life when an individual steps forward and creates a moment of personal heroism that becomes historic. I think of Churchill in the second world war, or Atlee building the welfare state. They do something they were born to do. They change the world and our expectations of it.
I’ve had a difficult week this week, having a truss fitted is a slow process and my Doctor is from Poland and does not understand a word of English. You look like a right goon wearing a truss around your forehead; I was the laughing stock of the Darby and Joan Club.
I watched the game yesterday at the Daycare Centre. It was broadcast in HD. HD? Whatever next? When I was a lad we had one channel in black and white. When football was shown, it was the cup final. One team always had to play in white shirts and black shorts, the other wore black shorts and white shirts. Television was originally broadcast from Crystal Palace; the place where we gained three of our four away points last week. How come that game wasn’t on the tele?
By Dan Hawkins, Wednesday, October 29, 2008, 8:37 pm
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Forest Fans in outcry as punishment is dished out
The FA have announced that due to the Nottingham Forest fans vitriol aimed towards Dave Jones a severe and just punishment has been dealt out. Brian Bigbuns has condemned the behavior has “irresponsible and unacceptable.”
The punishment handed out will be a lesson to all other fans who think they can have a light chuckle at someone else’s miss fortune. Despite a last minute appeal from the Nottingham Forest scape goat MArthur Puddleduck, which was deemed “frivolous” Nottingham Forest fans will have to endure further heartache at the City Ground.
The last few weeks I have been moving house. I have managed to get one of those sheltered bungalows for retired people with an alarm in it, in case one of us falls over. It’s a really good thing. If I press it, some minimum wage Portuguese lady comes running expecting my death. I have set the alarm clock to go off at 3.30am just to see how quickly she can make it to the bungalow. Her record is eight minutes and she was half naked. I noticed she had hairy armpits and weirdly, a hairy belly button. Was she once connected via a hairy umbilical cord to some sort of Portuguese gorilla? Sadly, she has stopped taking it seriously now.
Now then. If I had to state a weekly objective or aim to my writing, I would say that I am trying to show Forest supporters that as grim as things might be now, in the past, it has been far grimmer. This week we have witnessed defeats at home to Palace and away to Sheffield Wednesday. You could debate forever that we are a bigger club then either of them. I remember losing to Palace 4-1 in the first game of the 1921 season, but I also recall the side that destroyed Wednesday 7-1 in April 1995. The side that day was Crossley, Lyttle, Pearce, Cooper, Chettle, Stone, Phillips, Bohinen, Roy, Collymore, Woan. Was this our best ever post-Clough side? I think so.
Now then. Not a good weekend to be a Forest fan. Some of us can remember playing the likes of Manchester United, week in, week out and occasionally filling their nets with goals. Now we lose 1-0 and have a player sent off against Plymouth. Plymouth is in Devon, or at least it used to be and it’s a place famous for Francis Drake playing bowls as the armada approached. He then casually sauntered off and murdered the lot of them. Nowadays Plymouth is full of sailors. It’s a bowls/water polo town so losing to them at football is shameful. The place is full of tatoos and homosexuality and probably Nuclear submarines, although you won’t see those. They hide them underwater. I suppose that might be the whole point of a submarine.
Now then. Allow me to introduce mysen. Duck’s the name and me first name to you is not important. To my son I am Dad and to my Grandkids I am Granddad. All you need to know is that I was supporting Forest long before you were born. In fact, I suspect I was supporting Forest long before Forest were born.
I love the smell of freshly cut grass in the morning – especially that cut from my own garden as it has a very distinctive smell. It makes me feel like I am home again, like a returning hero after a bloody conflict in a distant land.
I am sure this is exactly the same smell that Kevin Keegan and many others in recent history have caught of whiff of. This smell, along with huge financial reward, has persuaded them to go back to the land from whence they came or at least in ‘King Kevs’ case, made their name, in order to become conquering heroes one last time before disappearing into the sunset….or something like that.
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