John Robertson

valspoodle

Ian Bowyer
Reading all that just adds to the memories and brings into sharp focus a player we watched (for me, sadly not enough times) and, as you do, took for granted thinking he'll always be there, then one day he isn't.

I'm here thinking of those days sitting in the dark at home, arm over the great big medium wave radio with the sound waving in and out, trying to hold the ferric rod to get better reception, thinking "What a team!" as Robbo moved down the wing to lay on yet another chance for one of the Miracle Men. Sadly those numbers are depleting as time moves on. We should be happy in our memories and the thought of how good a time it was.
 

Strummer

I love the smell of Napalm in the morning
LTLF Minion
It’s great to see all these tributes in the national media after I was cynical enough to suspect Robbo’s death (and life) wouldn’t get the coverage it deserved. I am happy to be proved wrong. Thanks to those who keep adding them here. When I get a moment I’ll see if I can an add any more cuttings from Robbo’s career that might be of interest.
 

Alf-engelos Mindminackers

The Artiste formally known as "w**ksy"
It’s great to see all these tributes in the national media after I was cynical enough to suspect Robbo’s death (and life) wouldn’t get the coverage it deserved. I am happy to be proved wrong. Thanks to those who keep adding them here. When I get a moment I’ll see if I can an add any more cuttings from Robbo’s career that might be of interest.
I very much suspect the vermin media, such as Talksport and Sky Sports, still aren't covering him much. Would be happy to be proved wring.
 

Fitzcarraldo

Ian Storey-Moore
I've chewed through every scrap of media covering Robbo's passing and I'm reminded, particularly when it includes talk of his relationship with God, of just how lucky fans of my vintage and older have been. We've certainly had the leanest of years since but, for a brief period we were in the rarified company of real genius' at the peak of their powers. Very few fan-bases experience that.
 

siforest65

Jack Burkitt
One of my favourite Clough and John Robertson quotes before the 1980 European Cup final - how prescient and true from Clough - he’ll turn him inside out:

Mine too. I always think of that quote whenever I see his goal against Hamburg.

Think I will have a re-read of Supertramp in the next day or so.
 

jdthebrit

Grenville Morris
There's the first chapter of the History Boys, by David Marples.

Ian Storey-Moore is speaking in a Portakabin at Carlton Town FC, about the legendary hat-trick that he scored against Everton in the FA quarter-final of 1967.

Marples writes: "One man among the small audience listens intently, hooked on Storey - Moore's every word. He applauds loudly - louder than anyone else - when the speaker picks up the microphone. He even hails the speaker as the greatest footballer he has ever seen play. He is a fan-boy of the highest order: although a grown man, he is currently a wide-eyed child meeting the idol who adorned his bedroom wall. This fan isn't like the rest though: there's something different about him.
This man too is a monolithic embodiment of football history.

This man is John Robertson".
 

RedHelly

First Team Squad
One memory of him that I'd like to share.
I was in the Bridgeford waiting for the second half to kick off, and the Forest players were having a kickabout.
Robbo was juggling the ball and kicked it straight up for miles, it came down and he caught it on top of his foot.
We sang "Robbo Robbo do it again", and he did... easy peasy, with a massive grin towards us.
Loved him to bits.
 

hannahd

Viv Anderson
I think we should celebrate his life and what he did for Forest. He may have died relatively young, but it is not a tragedy, but a life well lived.
 
Minutes’ silence are difficult to achieve at football, even if everyone tries to be respectful. People arriving late can inadvertently interrupt it etc. Applause generally works much better.
 

Jimmy

Viv Anderson
When you look at the state of some of the pitches we played on, and the fact that it made not a scrap of difference - he had the ball nearly glued to his feet.

Those pitches were like freshly ploughed fields compared to the snooker tables they play on today.
 

donny

Jack Armstrong
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