Whilst the weekend has focused around what would have been an insincere-gesture-at-best that ultimately didn’t happen (the Suarez/Evra handshake), I’ve had a pretty good weekend, all told – although that it’s drawing to an end is as ever sad news.
It started on Thursday night for me with a trip to Warsop with Chris and Alex for the gig mentioned in the previous post, which I really enjoyed. The few-too-many ciders made having a day off work on Friday a very good idea indeed! Friday evening saw a trip into Nottingham to see Billy Connolly – he was on good form after a slow start, he sensibly ended his line of poking fun at Stuart Pearce earlier than I suspect he’d planned initially after disgruntled murmuring in the crowd.
Saturday of course is football day – I did take in the more-soap-opera-than-football-match game at Old Trafford, which was made bearable by being in a pub with friends rather than as a footballing master-class. The most important event of the day, after signing Nigel Doughty’s book of condolence and making a modest contribution to the impromptu memorial at the ground of course, was actually witnessing a Forest goal at the City Ground.
Unfortunately a couple of Forest players fluffed their lines meaning we conceded an equaliser on the stroke of half time and saw a series of opportunities go begging thanks to – well – incompetence, I suppose. Cotterill’s changes came too late I thought – but it was good to see a spirited performance from the boys in Red for a change, and not be leaving the ground having earned no points at all. Having said that, one point still isn’t really enough – struggling to see how relegation will be avoided, but there were some glimpses of positivity.
Bah. Back to work tomorrow.