Ah, Monday mornings aren't so good with a sore head but I'm sure my fragile state is nothing by comparison to how my old man will be feeling. When I left him the old boy was a little worse for wear! A few sherbets to say goodbye as he takes my mother and younger sister to a life abroad, so that leaves me with a vacant chair.

For the commentary at the city ground I have, in the past, used my father as a pundit (and he's way ahead of Mr no-it-all Andy Gray) but last Tuesday's fixture was his final game and I have found myself having to look for a new right hand man. But fear not the search didn't take long. Any one who knows me will know that it doesn't take me long to convince someone to join me on a magical mystery tour and being a Forest fan is nothing short of a tour at the moment.

The will we won't we saga has been with us now, it appears, since Christmas with the City Ground divided in opinion. For me, if we are in the play-offs we have as good a chance of doing it that way, whilst others still bleat on about last year and won't let the sleepy dog lie. What's in the past is why they call it history, similarly the tag of former double European cup winners never leaves the thoughts of the mindless on a cold Tuesday night at Roots hall.

Once into the play-offs it's three games to achieve what we haven't managed in 46 games, promotion. So I ask, nay encourage folk to climb down from their history stool, leave their negativity spectacles at home and join with the few faithful believers to get us out of this god forsaken league. There's no point in reminding CC about a dodgy substitution he did in October or screaming at Nathan Tyson for a chance he missed in January (can't really remember if that was a month when the lad wasn't injured?) as we have to look at the play-offs as a mini season.

One goal, for one team, for thousands of supporters across the globe as remember Forest ARE still a big team it just needs its fan base more than ever right now. Where was the singing last Tuesday? Capital one corner did their bit and I know the Upper Trent is missing my booming vocal talent but what excuses do other areas offer? If you don't like the manager or certain players then that's ok, opinion is the bases for conversation without which our mind's would be all yeah and whatever, but I appeal to the thinkers out there to just drop the negativity for a little while and help gain promotion with positive noise.

Moving abroad is a funny issue for me as I believe my family can get the same foreign influence here in the good old UK. All you need to do is take a look at some of the goal scorers from around the British Isles this weekend. Whilst everyone's favourite (my missus hates him) Portuguese footballer is expected to score and Adebayor knows where the net is it's teams like Barnet who make the mind boggle. They won 3-0 at home to Bury and the third goal scorer was Cliff Akurang, all the way from Ghana.

How times have changed in the British game, a look north of the border show's even more evidence of the influx of talent from beyond our shores. Once again the mighty Celtic won Mickey Mouse League game and Venagoor of Hesselink was amongst the scorers. Now, you would be forgiven for thinking that the name tells you he comes from the Isle of Skye or just off the Shetlands but in fact he is indeed Dutch. And the penetration doesn't end there, we delve into the Scottish 3rd division to find that French midfielder Gregory Tade scored for Stranraer this weekend. Why isn't the local lad sat on the side, eating his Haggis, playing in this game? Why are we allowing non-descript French and Ghanaian footballers to be ahead of home grown talent?

Top of the Welsh league, see, are Llanelli, see, and sure enough, see, you'll find 20 Welshmen and 4 English players but hiding in there was a Greek, why? Why does the Welsh League need a foreign influence, why do the kids of Wales need any more encouragement to pick up an egg shaped ball, run with it, get hit and have their nether region's trampled on by a 20stone hooker, obviously I'm on about Rugby and not a Paul Jewell video!

That brings me neatly on to the last subject ( I've put Derby last as their getting used to it). 4 games remain for the sheep in a heap to rescue any little PRIDE that remains in Pride Dark stadium. The Premier League whipping boys need 5 points to stop them from becoming the all time worst premiership team and quite frankly they don't look like winning at bingo, let alone a 90 minute game of football. With West Ham, Arsenal, Blackburn and Reading yet to play it doesn't make for a promising end to the debacle, that now has an end in sight.

Paul Jewell says he wants the season to end so that he can pick people up and dust them off and put a smile back on some faces. Don't worry Mr Jewell there have been some smiley faces at the City Ground this season, especially when the Lamb's results are read out over the tannoy system . "Derby County 0 Sunderland 8"

Come on the Reds,

Alan March
Commentator for Visually Impaired Spectators at Nottingham Forest and Wembley Stadium