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  1. 1 minute ago, LondonBristolian said:

    It's not even a slightly relevant question though. The board have invested significantly this season, backed LJ heavily in January and the manager has continually failed to shape the players brought in into a wining side. Whether he picks Tomlin or doesn't pick Tomlin is irrelevant. His job is to win games. He clearly does not have the ability to do it.

     

    Out of interest here is a question - no logic, no agenda - from me. It is March and we are in the bottom three.

    1) Do you accept we are in a relegation battle?

    2) If you do, and you do not feel LJ is responsible for that, what is your analysis of where the blame does lie?

    Yes we are.

    The club needs a root and branch internal review. ALL our managers fail. Coincidence? 

  2. 3 hours ago, havanatopia said:

    Good day everyone,

    In the final phase before he died in 1930 D.H. Lawrence wrote numerous reviews, essays and poems, including one entitled Nottingham's New University.

    In seven scathing verses, he describes Nottingham as "that dismal town, where I went to school and college" and writes disparagingly of the "grand and cakey style" of the buildings, financed by the "noble loot" of Sir Jesse Boot. (yes the son of the founder and the transformer of the Boots Company of Nottingham). Nottingham is home to three literary greats. The current Notts County manager, who needs his mouth washed out with grit and water, could not be further removed from Lord Byron, D.H. Lawrence and John Sillitoe. Each left indelible marks on the city. Lawrence's poetry was full of dark irony and wit so he may have partially been talking sardonically with those rather disparaging words of the city of his birth. 

    Lawrence, one of the world's most acclaimed novelists, was the son of an Eastwood miner. While he knew miners, their families, the cramped houses, the cruelties and debasements and the smell of the slag heaps, he knew too the nearby countryside and captured all in his novels. While famous for Sons and Lovers and Lady Chatterley's Lover, published in 1913 and 1928 respectively, the novel that was actually banned for obscenity was The Rainbow in 1915. He wrote extensively about the dehumanising effects of industrialisation and modernity.

    So great are the writings considered from Nottingham in fact that in December 2015 it became a UNESCO City of Literature. One of only 20 cities around the world recognised by UNESCO for the sheer quality and quantity of literary excellence.

    I can recommend a certain Mr. Sheridan to the literary self readings in Nottingham to broaden the mind and educate the brain cells that appear warped with filth. Sitting on a hard flagstone and reading Sons & Lovers might tranquilise his mind. He will for sure be a better man for it and boy do those long suffering fans across the Trent from the City Ground deserve it.

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    Talking of poetry I recite a few verses from David Prowse who wrote of Brian Clough. I would venture thrice the man the County boss will ever be.

    What made him so endearing is elusive to explain, 
    This tyrant in a sweatshirt barking orders in the rain. 
    Today he offered vitriol, tomorrow marzipan, 
    A paradox, a puzzle but a diamond of a man. 

    Young Cloughie did things his way, for no-one showed him how, 
    Emerging from the backstreets like a blossom on a bow. 
    Becoming proud and peerless as a hero of his time, 
    And then, one tackle later, down and out at twenty-nine. 

    Where others might have wilted or nestled in their grief, 
    Cloughie found salvation in his cocky self belief. 
    Come set-back or adversity, a man is still a man, 
    So it was, as one dream ended, that another one began. 

    Cloughie's team played football in the manner meant to be, 
    A joy for those who wore his shirt and those who came to see, 
    No arguments, no ego trips, no stars to shine alone, 
    As Cloughie scolded, Cloughie scowled, and loved them as his own. 

    For behind the bullish phrases, all the arrogance and pride, 
    There beat a kindly human heart, as deep as it was wide. 
    Deserving of an epitaph, significant but sad, 
    Just the greatest England manager that England never had. 

    And where have all the great British managers gone. Infiltrated, swarmed even, with men of foreign tongue perhaps more adroit at managing over-paid egos from here and abroad. The likes of Allardyce, Bruce, Warnock and McCarthy perhaps the last of their breed. 

    Forest once were great, for a fleeting moment in time. Fortunes come and fortunes go. 

    And our fortunes rest with a refreshed squad, a patching up of tiffs, and perhaps a renewed self belief. Should that prevail today or will a nervous new lad between the sticks, maybe thrust immediately into the limelight, find himself too nervous to cope? There might be irony, there might be tears even, if we see the 'saviour' of the Lee Johnson project falter at the first hurdle, concede two howlers and condemn City to a record breaking 8th straight league loss? Could Fabian Giefer's performance unwittingly precipitate what unravels in the immediate aftermath of today's match? 

    What would Brian Clough do? Would he play it 'safe' with Fielding or, having seen the skill set of the new loan goalkeeper from FC Schalke 04, put him immediately into the firing line? I know what I would do; fortune will favour the brave. 

    Did anybody go and see the marvellous Nottingham caves on the last fixture in the East Midlands? I wrote about it just under a year ago here:-

    Enjoy the game today. Well done to all those making the journey. Another supreme effort.

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    Win by at least 3 today. 

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