A telling memory of How Things Used To Be from the recent Clough documentary: Forest players in the centre circle, turning to greet and be greeted by each of the stands before kickoff. We used to do that too, a line of players in the middle of the pitch. It meant something. Now, it’s not until we’ve had a pedestrian parade of players and officials across the full width of the pitch, followed by an extended mingle with nibbles and a free bar, that we get to applaud and be applauded by our team. Or the first two or three of our team, to be precise: by the time you get halfway down the line-up, everyone’s got bored and the remaining players just wander into position rather than bother to sprint purposefully towards the Rookery. Something essential has been lost here…and for what, exactly?
The infamous GT ‘Deirdre Rachid’ programme notes.
Over three years, I have tried my very hardest to come up with bizarre and unexpected approaches to writing about twenty-two men and a lump of inflated cow. It hasn’t been easy but I’m deeply proud of some of my more adventurous detours from the point in hand (Exhibit A: “The Accordian Player”).
I have, however, been kidding myself. It has recently become clear that, when it comes to stretching metaphors to absurd lengths and littering otherwise lucid comment with utterly irrelevant drivel, I am just a humble apprentice. Graham Taylor is the master. (Exhibit B: “Deirdre Rachid”.) Lord help us if he ever decides to write his autobiography….
This long, long season is set for a joyful finale. To be honest, as someone who didn’t even predict us to make the playoffs, I could be more bothered about the Championship. Barring absolute catastrophe, we’ve achieved our aims. As “Clap Your Hands” have eloquently put it, “The title would be the cherry on the cake…but we want the cake first.”
More games from 11th April at https://oldwatford.com/tag/apr11