What it means

Homer is a Red

First Team Squad
What it means:
My daughter and I holding hands so tightly for the whole of added time, then, at the final whistle, breaking down with tears of joy for once after doing far too much crying over the last 9 months!

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Bonalair

John Robertson
This is me and my 2 eldest at full time. We have this memory for life…

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dr_horse

First Team Squad
Finally finished watching back the sky coverage. It has taken all day. My wife thinks I have some intense hayfever or something as my eyes are full of water every time she walks in the room.

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Statto

Free Kick Specialist
This is me and my 2 eldest at full time. We have this memory for life…

I was probably about their age the last time we got promotion under Bassett. You can see the excitement on their faces, football as it should be.

Considering the amount of time before that which we spent as a yo yo club, it seems like ages since we were established in the top flight really, not in actual fact since Clough if you don't count the two seasons we didn't go down under Clark as amounting to established.

The club has (at times deservedly) been away from the limelight for far too long.

And it will be even more special for yours as they don't live in Notts and probably in the shadow of people supporting the usual NW PL teams around them...

Edit to add: there are so many overwhelming memories of that promotion season too. The 3-3 at Elm Park where Beasant was sent off for nothing and we played most of the 2nd with Chets in goal, PvH's 2 30 yard FK goals late on vs Brum, promotion vs Reading and sending them down at the same time, beating Boro 4-0 on a Sunday lunchtime kick off, Donny Rovers 8-0 away in the LC first round with a 2nd string side, amazing stuff, even that I remember all of that being 13/14 at the time it happened.
 
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Ste

Youth Team
think it was the next home match after the Middlesborough game against Bury that I was ballboy back in 1998

got the signed programme somewhere - what a team that year!
 

Col

Has he singed yet?
I was probably about their age the last time we got promotion under Bassett. You can see the excitement on their faces, football as it should be.

Considering the amount of time before that which we spent as a yo yo club, it seems like ages since we were established in the top flight really, not in actual fact since Clough if you don't count the two seasons we didn't go down under Clark as amounting to established.

The club has (at times deservedly) been away from the limelight for far too long.

And it will be even more special for yours as they don't live in Notts and probably in the shadow of people supporting the usual NW PL teams around them...

Edit to add: there are so many overwhelming memories of that promotion season too. The 3-3 at Elm Park where Beasant was sent off for nothing and we played most of the 2nd with Chets in goal, PvH's 2 30 yard FK goals late on vs Brum, promotion vs Reading and sending them down at the same time, beating Boro 4-0 on a Sunday lunchtime kick off, Donny Rovers 8-0 away in the LC first round with a 2nd string side, amazing stuff, even that I remember all of that being 13/14 at the time it happened.
That's the first full season I got into Forest - that Boro game was magic.
 

Statto

Free Kick Specialist
That's the first full season I got into Forest - that Boro game was magic.

It was, the whole season had such an inevitability about it, the side we had was way too good for the division and it showed.

We weren't too bad from recollection in the relegation season before either, although we finished bottom, that was mainly down to Stone getting injured early on, and missing the rest of the season, and generally a lack of goals, most of the time we were defensively solid and didn't ship more than 1-2 goals a game, the majority of the losses were by the odd goal, but there were too many because I think our top scorers were Haaland and Campbell with about 8 or 9. When Frank Clark quit we were bottom of the league but for a while Psycho managed to turn it around and got us out of the drop zone but the end of the season we just lost it again including that cup match at Chesterfield and not even bringing in Bassett and PvH could turn it around.

So we had a strong enough side even though Psycho ended up leaving and going to Newcastle, we still had Cooper, Chettle and Lyttle, think by then Big Norm had got injured so they got in that swiss flapper who was shit and later Beasant who had done it all before, Rogers in at LB so defensively we were solid, and then also Bonalair, Andy Johnson to go with Stone who was fit again, Woan, Gemmill, all of them PL players really, and if PvH didn't score some extremely amazing FK then Campbell would probably score the winner instead.

A special side which just needed some extra additions, probably another proven striker, and some cover to stay up but instead the board sold Campbell and Cooper, and PvH went on strike. Who knows what would have happened if we'd built on that promotion?
 

Flagman

May not be the best moderator on LTLF, but he's...
What has got me is the amount of people on social media that took kids, went with dad/mum or posted that's for you dad RIP.... this club is in the blood, it runs through mine well past an attendance at the 59 final, like it runs through others.... there was tears all around me yesterday up in the gods, I hugged my son and my dad and then the old boy next to me.... we were strangers before the game, by half time we were chatting, by injury time he grabbed my hand, counting down the minutes, by full time he was family.

I've done nothing today at work, not a thing
As Forza Garibaldi so wonderfully put it...

"From one generation to the next."
 

eyupmeduck

First Team Squad
I think like most the outpouring of emotion hit me unexpectedly before, during and after the match.

I read through the Forest Posts on Saturday from Twitter where people were paying tribute to those they lost whilst walking through my local town centre and had to stop, pause to take in the words and it made me reflect.

Like lots of others my origin story is London related and we moved to Nottingham in my early school years. Peer pressure meant that I had limited choices apparently of supporting Forest, Liverpool or County and had to ditch my London club. I chose Forest because I hadn't heard of Notts County and already disliked Liverpool.

When I was about 8 a friend of my mums and her hubby from work took us to the kind of boxing day game at the wfcg against Liverpool as a Xmas gift for me. I was in the trent end and ushered to stand with the other kids, it was a 1-1 draw and I can still remember the sights, sounds and smells. Certainly I became familiar with some new words but also connected the the club as well in a different way than my arbitrary choice from before had allowed.

I only share that because reading the Twitter posts made me remember that the couple who took me to my first game had passed last year and some of my best mates who had got into Forest via grandparents and parents had also lost them in the past 23 years too so I had an unexpected cry/fake hayfever attack and looked forward to the game with a new perspective.

What it means to me is realising the connection between those that have passed is still here, when we won at Wembley for me I felt it overpower me and the suppressed grief, the absolute horror of the pandemic, coupled with absolute joy meant a feeling of pure release and now a sort of strange comfort.

I started to think this day would never come, I had lost the connection of what Forest has meant to me or realise what an outlet it was until that moment. Seeing the city come together and celebrate is honestly one of the most wonderful sights I've seen.

I've got small kids now, neither have shown an inkling of interest in football or Forest and I've not wanted to inflict my affliction onto them. Both have asked to go to matches and get kits (My 7 year old daughter also learned a song at school about a certain team getting battered that got her in trouble with her mum but made me smile ).

Its beautiful and I'm still smiling COYR.

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congo_red

Ale ape.
I only share that because reading the Twitter posts made me remember that the couple who took me to my first game had passed last year and some of my best mates who had got into Forest via grandparents and parents had also lost them in the past 23 years too so I had an unexpected cry/fake hayfever attack and looked forward to the game with a new perspective.

Yes, this game had me thinking along the same lines. My Nan, Grandad and Mum - all Forest fans - never got to see us return to the Premier League. At least my Dad got to enjoy this one.
 

Lord Wazzock

Youth Team
As Forza Garibaldi so wonderfully put it...

"From one generation to the next."

For numerous reasons that flag made me well-up. I've been taking my 10 year old to most games this year. It's the first season my 85 year old dad has not had a season ticket in over 40 years. Due to age and deteriorating health he has only made one home game but we took him to Wembley. It was a struggle for him but seeing my 10 year old helping him up the steps and random strangers patting him on the back at the end of the match will stay with me forever. He's so glad he went on Sunday and seeing him dancing up and down like a teenager during the celebrations was a joy. The power of the mighty reds eh.
 

Barry

Where's me hammer?
Even 48 hours later I can't describe how I feel, all I know is If I wouldn't have been there Id have regretted it for the rest of my life.
 
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Tiff

Matchday Squad
I have me Nan to think for Sunday
She was a season ticket holder and I followed her Much to my dad’s annoyance , hasn’t even been in contact about Sunday, still crying about Saturday night I imagine.


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Barry

Where's me hammer?
Same here.

Sunday was what being a Forest supporter was all about.
I thought about you when I was going in the turnstiles as the guy in front had an issue I was hoping you'd got in OK and not been been jipped .
 

Redemption

just like that!
it means that nights like being in a crowd of 3000 at the City Ground to watch the Reds get beat 3-2 by the Posh in the Johnstone's Paint Trophy was worth never giving up.
 

FBS

Stuart Pearce
Even 48 hours later I can't describe how I feel, all I know is If I wouldn't have been there Id have regretted it for the rest of my life.
Completely the same.
I just can't quite put it into words yet what Sunday was like and what it meant.

When I got home after the match the better half came and opened the door and I just cried on her shoulder. She said "Don't start crying. I've just watched the Worrall interview and that made me cry"

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donny

Grenville Morris
Same here.

Sunday was what being a Forest supporter was all about.

Definitely Di.

The tweet Forza put out on Saturday with the lyrics to Praise You by Fatboy Slim in it, eerily prophetic, but, also, exactly what following Forest has been like.

I was lucky to spend the match sat next to my dad. His health hasn't been great in recent years, nor has mine, but, I'd have walked through anything to share that experience with him on Sunday. We haven't had many things to celebrate together over the years, but, this is something that will stick with both of us for the rest of our lives..
 

HelloThor

Is it about my cube?
Having the best day of your life at Wembley and then taking your 4 year old boy to the Square yesterday is everything you want from football. If Sonny chooses to follow Forest in the future it'll be moments like this that made that happen. We've captured a whole new generation over the course of this weekend and the season as a whole. Forest are magic on and off the pitch.
 

virgo

Geoff Thomas
People posting about taking their very young kids to see the Forest celebrations in the square probably don’t realise just what an impact can have - my first exposure to Forest was going to town to watch the open top bus celebration when Forest won the FA Cup in 1959. I can remember it as if it was yesterday and wanted to know when it would happen again. My dad (who wasn’t a football fan) had a hard job explaining to a 4 yo that it’s not the sort of thing that happens every week.

Cherish it when it does happen - although you never know, we just might be doing it a bit more frequently again soon - dare to dream?
 
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