Forest 'part of my window to the outside world ' - fan storiespublished at 16:01 5 August

This week, we are asking you to share your stories and photos about why you fell in love with Forest.
Here is a selection of your submissions:

George: From my first game, a 2-0 win v Blackpool on 10 April 1965, to seeing them lift the European Cup twice in Munich and Madrid. In more than 60 years as a supporter, I've experienced some incredible highs and some depressing lows. It's been one hell of a ride.
Guru: When I was a lad growing up in Kenya in the 1950s, our window to the outside world was BBC World Service. On Saturdays, I used to be mesmerised listening to the football scores. One team always stuck in my mind - Nottingham Forest. In my mind, it had associations with Robin Hood.
Back then, I was not to know that eventually I would come to live within 17 miles of City Ground. One of the first things I did was get a season ticket, which I then had all through the glory years. How I wish I still had it!

David: For me, it was the play-off final against Huddersfield. Policemen greeting us off the train at Wembley told us they hoped we would win. The referee seemed to have the same idea. It felt as if we were going to win whatever happened on the pitch, as though it was written beforehand. Nothing could change destiny. The Huddersfield fans seemed to know it too.
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