we only need to win 10 at hone and 5 away remember

BradtheMiller wrote:

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No it can't!!!
I will confidently predict that we WILL go down with a lower points total than Blackpool last season. Evans is clueless, both tactically & with his recruitment. Actually today was OK until the second goal went in, then the old familiar head drop & Forest were the only team who looked like scoring after that.
We're doomed Captain Mainwaring!!!!!!!!

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 So glad folk in this country didn't have your attitude in the 1940's, we'd be talking in German...

losing 2-1 art Forrest is hardly a disaster, keep calm plenty to go.

I think there is some room for the idiom although it is confused by reference to the (this) summer, travel and Tuesday night. The title is a reasonable tease but we are then left without subject and context. In a way it allows the reader to travel anywhere and take an active part in the development of the story. For instance, I read this after several days of being bellowed at by Mrs D, and it gave me a glimmer of hope that she might be kidnapped and held to ransom by ISIS. Obviously, I dont have the cash but in my sorrow I am comforted by a young artist over from sweden who wants to interview me for a creative study on the clash btw remorse and happiness. We quickly fall in love and it turns out she has several sisters who also also have a creative artistic bent. As the idiom suggests that the lowest possible point has been reached then in my case it is an appropriate tag line. However, as we know it refers to RUFC the phrase seems premature as the (season) is only 2 games in.

We are then told a (new) season has arrived, and toothache seems to be a part of this but neither the season or the toothache is adequately explained. One might reasonably expect tooth ache to be caused by some diseased part of the tooth or surrounding area, but instead we are left with the explanation that a nice summer causes depression, which in turn caused the toothache. The link between depression and physical pain is supported by numerous research and accounts for a significant proportion of medical consultations that end up labelled as medically unexplained illness or pain. However, a nice summer seems to suggest that some activity undertaken in the summer has latterly caused a toothache. If this is the case we immediately lose any empathy for the main character as is indicates a serious over indulgence of some kind. In either case the tenuous links would overstretch even a 4 year olds imagination thus leaving the story reader stupefied.

I have only focused on the main points (as I see them). They are not meant to be conclusive or indeed to suggest the writer does or doesnt mean to convey any of the meaning I have suggested or implied (here again, we must make room for each point of view), but, i hope it helps in some respects to orientate the reader, so time is not wasted in figuring out what is clearly not being said.

As I am writing, may I just share with you my sadness. I am a keen football fan and support a team that can reasonably expect to have more down days than good. This would be true no matter which of the 4 divisions (the lowest tier of english football is omitted as my team has never played in it) my team was in. More sadness can therefore be expected as the team now play in what is the second best tier of English football. Well, today my team got beat. This is always cause for concern no matter how, when or why the defeat occurs. However, it is compounded by a searing defeat last week and previous to that significant high expectations due to the recruitment of several low to mid performing players at this level. Now, clearly, i mean clearly, this seems to be at odds with the increased expectations I mentioned and indeed without a very clear analysis of each and every player combined with the opposition, and all other influential factors that combine in time and space to produce a result over the course of the competition it would suggest a rather whimsical fanciful mind. In truth, this is also true.

There are many things to be said about my team and still many games to say it. In the end however, and when all is said it will be the final and unmistakable end result that will either cause joy and relief or deep sadness and yes, maybe even depression. The season- which refers to the amount of games to be played as part of the competition is 46 games of 90 minutes plus time added on by the referee and his assistant (known as the 4th official)-is long and arduous but every true fan feels each result as if it were a defining moment. The end result will either be a promotion, a relegation, or, a sort of status quo. of course, it is highly unlikely that a status quo would result as this would be a very unusual mathematical outcome for a season given all the variables I have pointed too.

I feel the pressing need to draw this little 'conversation' to an end. I am, I admit, in pain (i do have a backache but this has been a bother for about 15 years and although I have supported my team for 43 years I cannot point to any hard evidence that the ac***ulation of sadness and stress resulting from the support of my team is causally connected)-but it could be-I would not wish to resort to the 'butterfly effect' as that would leave us nowhere but back into yet another monstrous fairy tale.

so, as I was saying, and in drawing this to an end, my motivation is to halve my pain by unleashing my thoughts in type and hopefully sharing them with a few fellow travelers throughout this season. I can only beg for your attention and hope it is kind. The same is true of my beloved team. I have no sound reason for my love, indeed it is crazy for as we all know 'love hurts' (empirically this has not actually been proven), but it is my hope to refer you to the song ( a cover version) by Deacon Blue (link to follow). My love is bound to hurt as love is attachment and as it is plainly obvious that all attachments are tested by the disintegration of all matter and concepts then my ill found love combined with a brain that is only a juvenile in evolutionary terms is bound to cause my hurt as it does not possess the capacity to adequately combine all the possible outcomes of each and every action and thus alleviate any burden of choice that might then leave me morally and ethically on a sound basis. Until that day, I will look to the heart (the feeling intuitive sense) and accept the vagaries of conditions as a necessary part of my own evolution...I digress.

My team lost today.
I am sad.
I think its too early to say what will happen at the end.
I accept the pain.
I accept the happiness.
I accept the anticipation.

I hope you will stand with me.

N.B.

Please dont criticise my post as I am depressed right now and my back hurts following a decent summer.
Im going up Tuesday. I have to.


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Brad I'm pleased your never on my team.

Fliker wrote:

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Brad I'm pleased your never on my team.

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 It's called realism mate. As another post said, we cannot even hope to compete with the money rich clubs of this league (parachute payments etc) but Forest aren't one of those clubs & TWO WEEKS RUNNNG now we've fallen behind & surrendered, by surrendered I mean the heads dropped & the players seemed to accept inevitable defeat. That is unacceptable in any form of football & we as fans deserve better.

Mr Evans to me seems to have lost the ability to motivate, he has brought in average players (& that's kind) & from what I've seen so far we are a worse team than last season & what's worse, with half the fight.

This seems to be a forum that encourages differing views & opinions, I'm just giving mine, sorry if the optimistic majority don't like it, so be it!!

Thank you Kempo. I was trying to help Ridgeway out as he seemed perplexed by the narratvie and for a moment had forgot he hsd logged into a football board, as we all do (especially me) from time to time. Of course it had been said that football is life.

see what happens in the next 8 games before we start to panic. Brad it must be exhausting being you.

Tony Kidding wrote:

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Can it only get better?

 

No, of course not. It can get worse, a lot worse, but I've got a feeling that it IS going to get better, and starting with a win on Tuesday against Preston.

 

Up the Millers.  

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 Too right Tony it could get much, much, much worse. Could click on Millersmad site by mistake