The Terriers were well worth their victory and their boss David Wagner described it as a ‘perfect’ performance. He wasn’t far wrong.
Huddersfield are not the hoof ball outfit that many ‘experts’ on social media had predicted beforehand and I was impressed with just how much attractive football they played during Saturday afternoon. Certainly one of the better side we have played this season.
The Reds surrendered their 13-game unbeaten run in the Championship with an absolute whimper but it is now a time for reflection rather than a cause to give the panic button a firm whack.
During the last two-and-a-half months the team have transformed from a side resembling relegation fodder to one that looks like a side that can trouble the strongest sides in the Championship.
Forest have become much more difficult to beat over the last 13 games and whilst it was incredibly frustrating not to be at the races on Saturday, a sense of perspective is required by fans.
I have mentioned in this very column in the past about the gentleman who sits next to us at home games and his indifferent views towards the Forest team.
This is the chap who proceeds to leave early when the team are winning, refuses to clap anything Jamie Ward does and thinks Henri Lansbury is the worst midfielder in the world. I’m not joking.
Well on Saturday as referee Darren Deadman blew for the interval this chap leapt from his seat and made sure he was the first to boo the team from the field.
I have no problem with the fact that people pay their money and can do as they please in the way of voicing their approval or disapproval during a game, but this was a side who had been on a long unbeaten run and were below par.
It was not a side who had not won for months and deserved a vocal rollicking from the 19,000 or so as they trudged off for their half-time Jaffa Cakes, and certainly not from the clueless moron who we are unfortunate enough to share a block with who is seemingly unhappy at every game in which the Reds don’t secure a four or five goal victory.
Booing in football at the moment is quite simply pathetic.
If anything on Saturday the Reds deserved nothing. No applause, no boo. If anything a small ripple of applause to thank the players for the superb run of form of late, but certainly nothing to get too carried away with.
There is no point in wallowing in self-pity at what might have been had we won on Saturday. Dougie Freedman’s biggest task now is to ensure that the Reds keep their spirits high, dust themselves down and prepare to go again.
There is still an awful lot of football still to be played in the Championship between now and the end of the season and the City Ground rocking can act as a 12th man between now and the end of the season.
If you want to boo and not appreciate the good things that the players do, then do us all a favour and take your Mrs, or Mr, to the Victoria Centre on a Saturday afternoon instead.