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I first started being conscious of Brian Clough in 1978 when he took my beloved Nottingham Forest on a magical journey, the likes had never been seen before or since.
While I never spent any time with him, I can honestly say he contributed to a childhood that is bursting with memories and wonder which is why when I saw a letter he wrote from the year my adoration began, I had to get it.
I totally appreciate some might think this is stupid, but to me it’s a connection to my history.
A connection to where I grew up.
A connection to a place that still means so much to me.
When you’re just 8 years old, what Nottingham Forest did was make my formative football-fan years the most exciting, unifying and pride-filled years you could ever hope to have, and while the last 20+ years have been a total nightmare, no one can ever take those amazing memories from me because, as John McGovern, the Forest captain of the time, said …
“We were like one of those comets you see flying across the night sky. We burned brightly, but it was all too brief. But, boy, did we burn brightly for a while.”
So thank you Mr Clough, you were always with me but now you will always be near me.
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I’m in Kansas.
Comment by Rob May 22, 2018 @ 6:20 amI’ve been on concalls since 6am.
With the time difference, that means, since 4am.
I know the subject of this post is sad … be kind to me. Please.
Why are you in Kansas again? That is as unexplainable as me still reading this blog.
Comment by DH May 22, 2018 @ 6:28 amAnd even Brian Clough wouldn’t forgive you for this.
How much was it?
If it was more than £1 then it’s even worse value than your wifi cup that tells you what you’re drinking and that’s peak stupid.
Comment by DH May 22, 2018 @ 6:29 amKansas karma.
Comment by Bazza May 22, 2018 @ 7:01 amfuck me campbell, can you get any fucking sadder.
Comment by andy@cynic May 22, 2018 @ 6:51 amsorry otis, the only thing youre going to inherit is a container of shit even the dicks on storage wars couldnt turn into a profit.
Comment by andy@cynic May 22, 2018 @ 6:54 amYou officially have more money than sense.
Comment by Bazza May 22, 2018 @ 7:02 amOn the positive, this letter is a cheaper midlife crisis option than a Porsche. Or I hope it is.
Comment by Pete May 22, 2018 @ 8:24 amI understand it Robert.
Comment by Lee Hill May 22, 2018 @ 12:21 pmWhen brands talk about having fans, this should be the picture they evaluate themselves by.
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