So with COVID stopping football fans from attending games, my beloved Nottingham Forest thought of a fun way to help the players feel the stadium is full while earning some much-needed revenue at the same time.
The idea was simple.
Sumbit a photo of yourself and they’ll turn it into a life sized cardboard version of you to place on a seat.
Better yet, you can then come and collect it as a souvenir of your support.
Now I don’t need another life-sized cardboard cut out of me because years ago, I gave one to Jill as a wedding anniversary present to remind her who she was married to as I was travelling a lot.
It’s the pic at the top of this page. I know … and they say romance is dead!
However I did like the idea of supporting my team so I had a couple made.
Some of me.
Some of my mate who stupidly supports Derby County.
Anyway. over the weeks, Forest have been posting photos of the cardboard fans and I haven’t seen my face on any of them.
Oh I’ve seen my best mate Paul …
… every bloody photo they put out, he’s there – upfront and centre.
But me?
Nope.
At first I reassured myself it was because they hadn’t printed mine yet.
Then I thought maybe they had lost my order.
And then, finally, I found one of them …
Yep, right at the back, carefully hidden behind other cardboard cutouts.
What makes it worse is that Nottingham Forest is not a glamorous club.
Even when we won the European Cup twice in a row, we were never sexy …
Which is my way of saying that for a club who attracts an unfair share of the visually unappealing, they have deemed me the most visually unappealing of them all.
Thanks Forest, thanks a lot.
Now please just get in the bloody playoffs … it’s the least you can do for me now.