Be careful celebrating out there Reds. (description)
On Monday after that fantastic win over Burnley, I spotted a red on the floor. Everyone was just walking past him. I knew he was one of us because he had a tattoo and a piece of forest gear on. (Not the only gear he was using). From there I noticed nobody was helping him. I got off the tram and brought him a pack of crisps. (He already had a drink). Morale of the story, be kind to your own but also be responsible shags. You reds. (god knows what will happen if we win the Europa league)