GAME 3. AUGUST 19th, 2014

...and then, over an hour into the match, Assombalong won himself a free kick with his strength and persistence. Reidy stood over the ball, taking his time to calculate angles and get his breath back. His cross winged over towards the back of the Bormuff area, where Assombalonga headed it home. Actually, "headed it home" doesn't tell the full story. As he rose to meet it, he was being driven back in mid air by some desperate Bormuff defender "falling" backwards into him. Assombalonga's strength allowed him to ride the assault and, still moving backwards, he somehow found the power to punch the ball, via another defender, into the bottom of the net. It was not, as some have said, a powder puff goal. It was a tremendous effort made possible by the man's skill, strength, athleticism and determination.

...and then, not long afterwards, Hunt exchanged passes with Burke and drove into the area. One stepover and a ton of determination saw him dig out a perfect cross for Fryatt, who opened his Forest account with a simple header. Actually, "a simple header" doesn't tell the full story. As the cross floated over, Assombalonga was being wrestled to the floor by some desperate Bormuff defender, while his mates performed various standing-still and falling-over skills around him. Once more, the Bormuff defence showed how feeble they were when put under real pressure.

...and that was that. Everything else was irrelevant. The looseness of Forest's first half display, Bormuff's fast flowing football rendered pointless by poor finishing and some magnificent defending, Forest's weakness in midfield and down the left, all these things were blown into irrelevance by Forest's sheer guts and finishing power.

Eddie Who, whom we don't like because he's got flies in his eyes, can whine all he likes. Bormuff fans can mutter petulantly about "daylight robbery". None of this matters. All that matters is our management team adapted better than theirs, our defence was better than theirs, our strikers were better than theirs, and we scored more goals than them. We won, for God's sake. Get used to it.

(01) 09.08.14 FOREST 2 BLACKPOO0
(02) 16.08.14 BOLN 2 FOREST 2
(03) 19.08.14 BORMUFF 1FOREST 2
(05) 30.08.14 WENDIES v FOREST
(06) 14.09.14 FOREST v SHEEP
(07) 17.09.14 FOREST v COTTAGERS
(O8) 20.09.14 MEWO v FOREST
(09) 27.09.14 FOREST v HOVE
(10) 30.09.14 WIGGUM v FOREST

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.