
Dear diary,
A penalty victory ensures we proceed to the final! And guess who against...
My blood boils at the very thought of a loss, a play-off final, a derby, a brotherly rivalry, rolled into one action packed game of football. I am both excited and nervous, both confident and worried, both proud and humbled. My brother Nigel, what can i say, for me the name Nigel generally comes alongside a curse. I lived in his shadow throughout my childhood, constantly striving for his approval, his admiration, I wanted no more than 'Well done, brother'; alas i never heard such words. Anything and everything I did, everything I was ever proud of, he bettered it. Perhaps that is what has driven me, the child within me, constantly seeking approval and admiration from a father and brother who thought of me as the family weed.
Now is my chance, everything is set up, I know my boys are ready. Now is my chance to make up for every wedgie, every wet willy, every uttering under his breath, every word I ever wanted to say to my dear brother, I need not bother, if my team can just find a win. I care not how nor how many, all I want is to take Nottingham Forest to the Premier League, at the expense of Derby County.
Shaking like a leaf,
Kieran Clough