'Tis the season to be jolly! Trala la la laaa, la la la laaa!! And the 1977-78 season certainly was a jolly one if you were a Forest fan 40 years ago, like me, even if I wasn't particularly jolly overall as Christmas approached. I had just finished my first term at Nottingham University trying to get my head around Mathematics and it had been a largely miserable time. Try as I did, I just didn't get it. Students banging their heads against academic walls today are often tempted to turn to drugs to help them get through but in 1977 such options weren't available, not to me anyway. Fortunately - no, miraculously! - I had access to the best "drug" I could possibly have. As a football mad 18 year old, my team, for whom I had already been a season ticket holder for three years, were enacting a football fantasy week after week right in front of my eyes. This was not a self-induced hallucination, I had ecstasy every Saturday and no suicide Tuesdays. Ba...