40 years ago I was a Forest fan. I definitely was. I went to most of their games, both home and away. I have to remind myself of this because, right here, right now, I don't feel like I'm one any more. Since the callous sacking of my football hero, Martin O'Neill, after just five (albeit not great, but hardly terrible) months in charge, I really can't bring myself to just "move on" sheep-like, like all the other Forest fans have, and who assure me that I'm supposed to - especially as Forest are now (as I write this) top of the league and the new boss Sabri Lamouchi has had probably the best start (after 12 games) of any Forest manager in their history. What happenned? Apparently some "revolt" by the players (or perhaps just one mardy, spoilt, egotistical one called Adlene Guediora) who didn't take kindly to running around Wollaton Park to get fit or other "outdated" practices, presumably like not being told exactly how to play, wa