Date: 31st October 2009 at 8:15am
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Having returned to Nottingham for the first time since an ‘eventful` night out in May 2003, I was quite looking forward to us turning the Treehuggers over. Although Billy Davies had built a solid side, it was thought that with the addition of Harewood and a pretty strong side should be enough. Or so we thought.

Pitching up in the Meadow Club at the home of the other Magpies, we were treated to a raucous sounding set of away fans, in particularly lusty voice against Mike Ashley. That and a bloke who kept getting naked and waving his chopper at everyone from atop the pool table. As the song went – “what the f***ing hell is that?”.

Getting in the ground and shown to our seats by a steward that looked like Cass Pennant / Oba Martins, I don`t think any of us were quite prepared for the shower that was the first half. Despite Ryan Taylor hitting the post, we were dire, devoid of ideas and made the Scabs look like Brazil c.1970. It was only just reward for them when Dexter Blackstock slipped in behind our defence and rolled the ball under Harper.

The second half had plenty of huff but absolutely no quality. Nolan`s offside goal was the best of a bad bunch as we faded badly. Gutierrez, still hiding the now honking Spiderman mask in his kecks, decided on himself to try and score some nice goal of the month contenders but ended up only giving us behind the goal some catching practice.

All in all a scary performance at highlighting our inadequacies live on Sky to the rest of this dog-eat-dog league. Finally – Forest and Rod Stewart – what`s that all about?