My Dad took me to Notts and my Mum to Forest, not that they were splitting up or anything, just he had vowed never to enter the City Ground, and he never did. I actively supported the away teams at Forest, they almost made me physically sick with that vile shade of red, the crowing, and that awful Robin Hood riding through the glen song. Then one of their chavs nicked my Notts hat at a County Cup final and that sealed my hatred for them.

I still have that feeling when I see Jermaine Jenas, he's the personification of all that is wrong with Forest.