Apollyon
Vital Football Legend
I'm not the most patient person at the best of times, but this wait is killing me. I'm not sleeping, things are running through my mind its crazy.
You know when people say that your life flashes before your eyes? It feels like that.
1999 I lost my dad at the relatively young age of 59 to cancer. That season is a blur because of the events of that year. I was thinking about what I've gone through and done in the ensuing 23 years, and is it one big chapter that closes tomorrow when we get promoted?
I had a breakdown following the old man's death. I left my then fiancee after 6 years of being together. I had a few flings but no real relationship. I kept going to Forest and in 2001, just as Harty came on board, I met my now wife and moved to Northampton (where she was from). 2003 saw us buy our first house together in the grubby North notts town of Harworth. We moved there with my work. The next 9 years were pretty much like Forests hiatus from quality football. I hated Harworth/Doncaster and I was managing to get to only a dozen games a season.
We moved to Watnall in 2012, and the wait for a return to the top league seemed like a possibility. We had the Billy MK1, Clutterball with that massive win at Leeds, O'Driscoll and that massive win against...Leeds. Fawaz, Pearce, false dawn after false dawn waiting for this moment.
2022, I'm content with my life and content to finally watch a team that doesn't leave me wanting to run head down into a brick wall.
Even writing this, the reality that so many years and life events have happened since dad passed and Forest sank to a depth none of us would ever believe, is pretty surreal.
This means so much to so many of us. Some of "our lot" are sadly going through those hard life knocks right now, and still their focus is Forest. That's how much this team, this club means to us.
I'll ask the cosmos for one more favour tomorrow, before hopefully starting a new chapter at the final whistle. This 23 year wait, although eventful, has been a lifetime.
You know when people say that your life flashes before your eyes? It feels like that.
1999 I lost my dad at the relatively young age of 59 to cancer. That season is a blur because of the events of that year. I was thinking about what I've gone through and done in the ensuing 23 years, and is it one big chapter that closes tomorrow when we get promoted?
I had a breakdown following the old man's death. I left my then fiancee after 6 years of being together. I had a few flings but no real relationship. I kept going to Forest and in 2001, just as Harty came on board, I met my now wife and moved to Northampton (where she was from). 2003 saw us buy our first house together in the grubby North notts town of Harworth. We moved there with my work. The next 9 years were pretty much like Forests hiatus from quality football. I hated Harworth/Doncaster and I was managing to get to only a dozen games a season.
We moved to Watnall in 2012, and the wait for a return to the top league seemed like a possibility. We had the Billy MK1, Clutterball with that massive win at Leeds, O'Driscoll and that massive win against...Leeds. Fawaz, Pearce, false dawn after false dawn waiting for this moment.
2022, I'm content with my life and content to finally watch a team that doesn't leave me wanting to run head down into a brick wall.
Even writing this, the reality that so many years and life events have happened since dad passed and Forest sank to a depth none of us would ever believe, is pretty surreal.
This means so much to so many of us. Some of "our lot" are sadly going through those hard life knocks right now, and still their focus is Forest. That's how much this team, this club means to us.
I'll ask the cosmos for one more favour tomorrow, before hopefully starting a new chapter at the final whistle. This 23 year wait, although eventful, has been a lifetime.
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