Welcome back to the land of milk and honey, Forest. In the directors' box upstairs, Old Big 'Ead will be nodding his approval.
But Steve Cooper's braves had better be ready for the wretched nonsense of VAR, the pile of junk which belongs in a landfill site, to ruin countless weekends in the Premier League. At the richest game in football, where the atmosphere was better than the officials' judgement, it was Forest's friend this time.
Not to put too fine a point on it: they got away with one. And they absconded into the twilight with £180million of loot. Forest deserve to go up because they were so far off the pace last September they were in danger of being lapped. Their recovery under Cooper's tutelage has been breathtaking. Promotion is earned over 49 games, not just a nervy joust at Wembley. The City Ground will be a grand day out next season, absolutely rocking.
