As I write this, Nottingham Forest are (almost certainly) the oldest club in the English Football League. Less certain, in fact, is whether I care. Since the end of last (2018-19) season, I've been through the most 'traumatic' time of my 45 years as a Forest fan. Yes, I know using the term 'traumatic' is a bit of a stretch here. But I insist, relative to the usual emotional roller coaster you typically experience as a fan of any club - these last few months have been off the scale for me. The callous sacking of my football hero, Martin O'Neill, after just over five months in the job - a manager who, I still maintain, has the best record of any from the UK - really shook and disgusted me. His time as a Forest legend has been one of the key subjects of these pages and although I had never intended focusing much on current events, I started to do so towards the back of last season only because of Martin's return. Duncan McKenzie is the main reason I became a Fo...