40 years ago I missed the 1978-79 European Cup Final. I had an exam at Nottingham University the next day so that was the end of that dream. Looking back on it from here, I can't understand why I didn't just go - and damn the consequences. After all, it was surely a once in a lifetime opportunity. Never to be repeated, right? I was such a silly boy in those days, such a clown, I find it hard to believe that I was so sensible on this point. There was no crazy "from now on..." here. No, instead I sacrificed the incredible opportunity to go to Munich to see Forest in the European Cup Final so that I could sit my Zoology exam at uni. I wasn't a very good student, but I did take exams very seriously and had a pretty good revision technique that would, ultimately, win me an upper second degree. But before stepping back in time and trudging, sadly into the Junior Common Room, in Sherwood Hall that Wednesday night in May to watch the match on the tely with a small clu