I feel your pain. All my family were Reds. I decided to be clever and justified it as my birth home in The Meadows was nearer to Notts. Rode the wave in 71 and a few H2Hs but otherwise. Sigh.
Dear Dad
Oh why oh why couldn't you have been like your elder brother and supported the other Nottingham team? From the time you first took me to Meadow Lane my cousin has seen:
FA Cup Win
Top Flight champions
European Champions twice
League Cup winners four times
and they have matched our one win of the Anglo-Italian.
I won't go on to all the minor wins and achievements. We may have finished above them one season but I'm not sure of that. And they haven't always beaten us in head-head.
They had a similar size football ground; theirs is now larger than ours and nearly always full, ours is now smaller and gets about half way full. They've never experienced the fourth tier or lower.
Dear Uncle, why did you have so little influence of your little brother? Was he a rebel?
Your disgruntled son
P1ssed off Pie
I feel your pain. All my family were Reds. I decided to be clever and justified it as my birth home in The Meadows was nearer to Notts. Rode the wave in 71 and a few H2Hs but otherwise. Sigh.
The only source of stress and unhappiness in my life currently is Notts. My lad cancelled a date with a girl last night cos he was so cheesed off with yesterday!
Dad
Thank you for choosing to take me to Notts as a 4 year old in 1961 (if it was only because you could watch me got to the toilet and back). I have loved every minute of it, the wins, the draws and all the losses. I have never regretted it and love the fact that through the difficult relationship during my ****age years we could still bond going to the game together and still did until you were too ill to go in the late 1990s.
I think of you during every game.
Lots of love Colin
I'd rather be a pie than a sheep.
Note to self,
Similar sentiments except that I had nobody take me to Meadow Lane, it was entirely my decision to become a Notts fan in 1970. I became interested in football, and a combination of teeenage rebellion and love for the underdog made me choose Notts over Forest. Even when they were winning European cups I never regretted it for a second. I've had some great years and some awful years but I wouldn't change a thing.
My parents had no interest in football and my earliest memory is of hating the red dogs rather than supporting anyone so I suppose it was natural for me to end up at the Lane.
To a point, I knew what I was getting myself into, deciding for myself that I wanted to go to Meadow Lane and not the Sh***y Ground 3 years after they'd last won the European Cup. However, I wasn't bargaining on us becoming a lower league club for 30 years and counting.
I could have coped with them always finishing above us had we remained, for the most part, a 2nd tier outfit.
I honestly believed 100%, leaving Wembley after beating Brighton, that the 5 season spell in tier 3 from 1985/86 (never finishing lower than 9th) would turn out to be the absolute low of lows I'd ever have to endure and that the likes of David Campbell, Stuart Rimmer and Richard Young would forever be the worst players I'd ever have to witness in a black & white shirt.