At this point, I’m starting to think Dušan Vlahović has a personal rivalry with the back of the net and the net is losing badly. Nineteen goals. NINETEEN. The poor goalkeepers are probably checking the team sheet before kick-off and quietly asking, “Is Vlahović definitely playing?” Some defenders have started marking him so closely they might as well ask him for a lift home after the match. The fans singing his name? They’ve earned that right. Every week he’s out there turning defenders into highlight reels and making goal celebrations look like a full-time job. But let’s not forget what this Forest team has done. Bolton came in thinking they were walking into a football match… they left looking like they’d accidentally booked a behind-the-scenes tour of the City Ground. Rangers arrived with confidence too, but we sent them home so comfortably they probably thought the final whistle was a suggestion. We’ve been ruthless. We’ve been clinical. We’ve been the football version of someone pressing “skip cutscene” because we’re already bored of the competition. And Vlahović? Can he keep this form going? Absolutely. The only question is whether the ball can keep up with him because right now it looks like even the football is struggling to believe how many times it’s ending up in the net.