When I heard there was an English football club called Forest Green Rovers, I knew…
Seeing a Game at Nottingham Forest FC
Nottingham Forest has emerged from the wilderness of English football and is back in the Premier League. So here’s a look at what it’s like to see a game at their City Ground.
An older version of this post, written in 2016, started out this way: “If you knew nothing of English soccer, and you happened to come upon Nottingham Forest Football Club today, you might think their history began in about 1977 and essentially ended sometime around 1990. And these days, you might further conclude, fans of the club get together once a week or so to reminisce and enjoy an essentially meaningless exhibition game.”
I was being harsh, of course – but truly, if you read their fanzines and blogs, visit their stadium and poke around the club shop, there was for a long time no mention of anything outside those dates. That’s Forest, as they are known, didn’t do much before then; and they didn’t do a lot after that until they became miracle workers in 2021.
Let’s first get the basic history out of the way. In the late 1970s, Forest hired two men to build their squad and run the club: Brian Clough (“cluff”) and Peter Taylor. By all accounts, Clough was a genius at tactics and motivation, and one of the great characters in the game’s history. Words like “acerbic” and “biting” and “entertaining” are often tossed around. He was known for quotes such as, “When I go, God will have to give up his favorite chair.” Taylor, meanwhile, comes off as the voice of reason and calm, with the unfailing ability to spot and attract talented footballers who fit Clough’s system.
Clough and Taylor took over a team struggling in the Second Division (now called the Championship) and got them into Division One. Then they won that. Then they won the European Cup – twice! No doubt you’ve heard of Leicester City’s dream run to the Premier League title in 2016? Well, imagine if they nearly defended their league crown, then went off and won the Champions League, all the while with a manager who condescended to the media, snapped off casual insults toward opposing managers, and essentially held everyone’s attention at all times. And then imagine they won the Champions League again the next year!
That was Forest in what they now call The Miracle Years.
By the mid-80s, Clough’s power was fading, his alcoholism was becoming an issue, he started to alienate everyone around him, and he coasted on into the early 90s, retiring as an all-time legend on a day when mighty Forest were relegated from the Premier League. Still, he looms over the club like Bear Bryant did over Alabama until they found Nick Saban, and like Vince Lombardi did over the Packers until they started winning again in the 90s. The most common attire I saw among their fans is an old-school Adidas track suit, like the one he wore, the equivalent of Bama fans wearing a houndstooth hat to games.
If you want to go deep into the Clough story, and see why it holds such power over Forest, here’s a documentary that I found revealing and entertaining:
Over the 28 years after The Man left, Forest had nearly 40 managers (counting repeats and interims), bounced around between the top two leagues, mostly settled into the Championship, and won exactly nothing. Fans gathered each week in the Brian Clough Stand, where his face adorned a banner over unsold seats in the corner, and they seemed to (barely) cling to a hope that is tempered by the reality of how poorly run the club had become. Or maybe how much money, which they lack, now dictates success.
Watching their rivals Leicester dance around with the trophy, and seeing Bournemouth, Huddersfield Town and Burnley in the Premier League at various times, must be a tough pill to swallow. New owners came along in 2017, and they tried to make things better, but early in the 2021-22 season, they were in the lower reaches of the Championship when they turned to yet another new manager, Steve Cooper. His only previous experience was an unremarkable couple of years at Swansea City. But they went on a run, finishing the season in 4th, then beat Sheffield Wednesday on penalties in the promotion semifinals and Huddersfield Town, 1-0, in the final at Wembley. After 19 years, Forest were top tier once again.
Seeing a Game at Nottingham Forest
One of my favorite stadium approaches in football is among the red-clad throngs walking across the Trent Bridge and seeing City Ground off to the left. Immediately across the river there is a centuries-old (but hugely refurbished) pub, the Trent Bridge Inn, with several others nearby, and a lovely walk along the river behind the stadium’s Trent End.
I was running short on time and money, and with no time for a sit-down in a pub, I went instead for “tikka meat and chips” for 5 quid at a counter space around on a side street – poor planning and low cash being themes for my day. It was exactly as tasty as it sounds.
On my first visit, I was dabbling in my half-hearted adoption of Fulham, the evening’s visitors to City Ground, so was sitting in the away end. Fulham, especially on a Tuesday night after a poor recent run of form in the Championship, doesn’t exactly pack their parts of stadiums. Nor do they raise a particular level of hell. But they show up, they sing, and do a fine job with all the rituals: the grumpy old men complaining about the completely useless number 9, the middle-aged randos paying almost as much attention to their phones, and the three rows of rowdy young men in the back, singing constantly and trying to get everyone else involved.
The teams came out to a two-thirds-full stadium, and the locals gave a mild effort at singing their anthem, “Mull of Kintyre,” which was released by Paul McCartney and Wings in 1977; Forest fans just changed the words to match their glorious travels, and it stuck.
Since 2008, the PA system has been playing it to get it started.
Here it is with the lyrics:
The game was pretty entertaining; if either team possessed any class in front of goal it would have been 2-2 at halftime. Instead, it was 0-0, although it must be said that Forest’s striker Nicklas Bendtner cracked an absolute cruise missile off the crossbar from what seemed like 45 yards. It was astonishing; Fulham were fortunate.
Bendtner finally got one in the second half, as did Fulham, the goal coming from Tom Cairney, about whom my neighbor (a semi-grumpy old man) turned to me and said “It’s about damn time ‘e put Cairney in the middle! ‘E should have been there all season!” I nodded as if I agreed, or even understood, and then decided that maybe I should stop saying I “follow” Fulham, since I definitely couldn’t have picked out Cairney on the pitch, and I had to keep the lineups on my phone to try and learn “our” own players.
Here are the highlights, which I enjoy for not having any commentary:
It ended 1-1, with enough good chances missed for a 6-5, and we all stood and clapped politely. And Fulham’s players, some of whom had had their commitment and manhood called into question repeatedly by their own fans, came over and clapped back at us.
Forest’s players, meanwhile, did one of those “loops” where they really just wander around the center circle, clapping generally towards the stands. And then we filed out – Fulham’s folks back towards the station and London, Forest’s back into the neighborhoods, and I onto a bus where a few Reds agreed that if they had played a better team they would have been swamped.
By the way, it was during this game that I conceived of an entire blog post about the Characters You Will Meet at an English Soccer Game. That is now a chapter in my book, as well.
My second game at Forest was in January 2023, when they hosted Wolverhampton in the quarterfinals of the League Cup; I managed to get a ticket with a membership. To say it was a different feeling would be like saying December is different from February in church. The place was packed, Wolves brought thousands of people, and the Reds advance on penalties. They went on to get smoked in the semifinals by Manchester United, but they stayed in the Premier League by finishing 16th.
Forest tickets can be tough to get, but it’s a great stadium and fanbase, and a pretty interesting city for a couple of days. So get yourself to a game at Forest!