So, the next time I ask my nieces if they want to go to the football . . .

. . . I'll not be surprised if they suddenly find they have something better to do.

To be fair I think we might have salvaged something out of the afternoon thanks to the efforts of Turvey Tyke and friend Mark as much as to anything that was happening on the pitch but it's going to take more than the team showed today to get them hooked on following Barnsley. Maybe it'll be better for them that way, in the long run, but I fear that as they grow up now and I tell them I'm off to the footie they'll just look at me with pity and shake their heads.

Still, I'd rather they came away from today's match and supported Forest than reverted back to the default position of being Dirty L**ds fans.

 

What! Be scabs for the rest of their lives? That is true isn't it?