3,2,1,0 – Northern Disappointments

Once again we are reaching the final stages of a season and once again, Brentford entered them in positive form. Two seasons ago we were just outside the play-offs but with some winnable games ahead, which, alas, we failed to win. Last season, well, probably best not to go there again after the drama of the final seconds of the final match of the season and the seemingly inevitable play-off final defeat. Just over a week ago we were lying in second place within striking distance of Wolves and with a 3 point cushion above Orient with the rest of the pack seemingly too far back for the race to automatic promotion to be anything other than a contest between us and those two other teams. Then came a string of three northern away games in 8 days, first at Rotherham, followed by Oldham and Sheffield United.

Now, after those 3 games, we have had 2 draws, one defeat and have scored no goals. The defeat at Rotherham continued the Millers’ great run which has brought them to within a point of Orient while at the same time, Preston have also caught up so that Brentford finished the sequence looking over its shoulders not just at a fading Orient but also at a pair of teams charging up the table and with the confidence to challenge for automatic promotion. Wolves have put 6 points of clear space between first and second and although the gap between Brentford and the chasing pack has grown to 5 points, somehow a chasing group of three seems more threatening than when we only had to worry about Orient.

Rotherham 3 Brentford 0

The less said about this game the better. Fortunately, due to traffic caused by the Manchester derby which meant that Mrs B couldn’t get back from working in Manchester in time to let me go to Rotherham, I missed the game. I was a little disappointed as I’d have liked to have gone to the New York Stadium, if only to tick it off the list and to have the novel experience of seeing us play them away at a nice ground (their fans might have feelings of nostalgia for Millmoor, but as an away fan it was a grim experience walking into it through a scrapyard and a narrow cobbled alleyway where a Swansea fan had been trampled to death by a police horse a few seasons before and the less said about the experience of games at the Don Valley Arena the better). Just a bad day at the office for the Bees and a good game not to have made.

Oldham 0 Brentford 0

Boundary Park is normally a chilly and dreary place to visit. Uncharacteristically, this game was played in mild and watery but still warming sunshine. I had to watch half of it in sunglasses! I was surprised to find that one stand had been demolished and was in the early stages of being rebuilt. I was also pleased to find that Oldham had ditched its policy from the last time I visited of categorising the away stand as being the best in the ground and charging a then extortionate £25 a ticket (even if it did mean I got to saw a rare Paul Brooker goal). Perhaps it is too cynical to say the reason for this was that due to the rebuilding works involving relocating home fans in half of the stand the club realised it couldn’t get away with charging that much.


The game itself was fairly nondescript. Tarkowski played well in front of his former club. Dallas, who’s gradually developing into a decent player, but still not quite at the level needed for regular starts, was denied a clear chance on goal late on by an excellent reflex save from Rachubka. Otherwise, the team played neatly and comfortably in its now familiar methodical passing and probing style without looking particularly threatening, especially during the first hour before Grigg was replaced by Trotta. It isn’t that Grigg does anything particularly wrong, he just doesn’t really look like he’s going to score. As the team is set up to try and pass the ball into the goal, it needs a centre-forward with skill and guile to be at the end of each move or to be pulling defenders out of position to allow the midfielders and wide players to deliver the coup de grace. Trotta just fits that bill much better. We’d need to be set up very differently to play to Grigg’s strengths. McCormack was restored to central midfield but seemed a little out of sorts and he and Douglas, rather than commanding the centre of the pitch, seemed to get in each others ways a little. Diagouraga came on later in the game and McCormack looked more comfortable going back to right back in place of Yennaris (who had looked good and up to the pace of the game despite his youth and inexperience). Diagouraga showed his customary energy and drive, but also looked a level below the skill of the rest of the team in terms of his ability to make telling short touches of the ball, although his longer passes seem to have benefited from his time on loan at Portsmouth.


OMB enjoyed the game although as you can see from the photo, by the end he had taken to drawing monsters to entertain himself rather than holding out hope that his pre-match prediction of a 4-2 win would come to fruition. Probably the real highlight of the game was the constant and generally amusing banter between the home fans to our right and a vocal Bees contingent. A ten minute vocal battle between competing chants of Lee Johnson/Warburton’s Barmy Army, accompanied by the Oldham fans’ drummer which turned into a krautrock style drone with the voices seeming to feedback on each other was the standout here. The result was fair, particularly considering that Oldham had managed to draw away at Orient while we were being beaten by Rotherham, but at this stage in the season, after so many disappointments most Bees just want wins.

Sheffield United 0 Brentford 0


The games away against Sheffield United over the last three seasons have been for me, something of an indicator of our general level and the extent to which we have progressed. I admit that in part that is because it is one of my local games and the only fixture that I have been able to compare three seasons in a row! Two seasons ago, in the very early days of Uwe Rosler’s time at the club, we were comfortably beaten and while there were signs for optimism it was clear we weren’t quite good enough to challenge seriously for promotion. Last season, we witnessed the tremendous Battle of Bramall Lane, where the heroic draw we managed ended up feeling like a Pyrrhic victory as it deprived us of Donaldson for a game and drained the team of energy just when it was most needed. Could we go one better this time round? In a word, no.


It was always going to be a tough game. After their abysmal start to the season where they managed to have an even worse play-off hangover than we did, Sheffield United have had a great second half including a forthcoming FA Cup semi-final. Perhaps we’d have had a better chance had the game been played when first scheduled, earlier in that cup run and with the team in relegation danger. In the end the game was between two very evenly matched teams, both playing incisive passing football and defending strongly, with Sheffield United being content to rely on counter-attacking much of the time. In those circumstances it was unsurprising that the teams cancelled each other out. The two outstanding moments were excellent pieces of play by defenders. One, a perfect interception by Tarkowski off the toes of a United striker on the edge of the six yard box with an open goal in front of him. The other, far more contentiously, a tackle by Freeman to dispossess Trotta when clear through the middle and bearing down on goal.

After the incredible refereeing antics of last season’s fixture, this latter tackle provided an opportunity for more referee madness. As Trotta went over, the referee immediately pointed to the penalty spot and brandished a red card. Not unexpectedly, being right in front of the home end, this was received with howls of anguish from the Blades fans. However, while I was just praying that Forshaw would claim the penalty, the game seemed to have stopped for far too long. After what seemed like an eternity, the referee was persuaded by his assistant that Freeman had in fact got the ball, so he reversed his decision and awarded a drop ball instead. It looked a clear penalty from the away end and the referee was looking at the incident from a similar angle, but the radio commentators and also Brentford Manager, Mark Warburton agreed that from a better angle it was clearly a great tackle. Ultimately the right decision was made, but after the unfairnesses of the previous game at Bramall Lane I can’t have been the only Bee to have thought we could have done with luck levelling itself out for us just this once!

There were a number of chances for the Bees to have won the game in the second half, but somehow each shot seemed tamer than the last. It was good to see Craig back in central defence and to see Tarkowski continuing to excel. Dallas was a good replacement for Judge, even if he ought to have done better with a chance he dragged across the goal. Diagouraga again provided energy while looking not quite good enough for the team we now have. That’s despite him clearly working hard and having improved as a player. It’s just that the team has progressed from being one where he was one of the better players to one where he no longer is likely to be.

Again, 0-0 was a fair result. After a meagre 2 points from three games the gap for the chasing pack to make up is bigger than it was and it would not take stellar results in our remaining 7 games to prevent them from being able to make up the five or six points they need. But, 20 years of watching Brentford contrive to fail to get promoted from League 1 means it is hard not to be pessimistic. I fear that anything short of six points from the two upcoming home games against Notts County and Crawley will have the fans fearful, even if that is unfair on what is probably our best team in 20 years.


The Battle of Bramall Lane

It is not very often that, as a Brentford fan, you witness a game which you can mark as an “I was there” occasion which will live long in your memory and club folklore. That has only a little to do with the undisputable fact that it is a club which has spent only one season higher than the third tier of English football in the past 59 years since being relegated in 1954.

The game on Tuesday night at Bramall Lane against Sheffield United easily fits this definition. I joked on twitter beforehand that if the game was as good as the drive over the Peak District in spring evening sunshine with the roof down it would be one to savour and so it turned out! As a game between us in third place in League 1 and opponents in fifth place with only another couple of games left to play in the regular season afterwards, it was poised to be important for both clubs. However, too many times in the past, such situations have proven to be anti-climactic. Often, there has been a fatalism before the game or once behind in it, amongst much of the crowd that “it’s Brentford, innit?” and an expectation that somehow we will conspire to underperform, be exposed for our limitations after the hubris of approaching success even in our limited terms or be penalised for some freakish reason.

Not this time. Many reports have already been written and the game was so eventful that I couldn’t capture it any more vividly than the collective responses on the messageboards. However, any game with four penalties (two missed), three sendings off, four goals, ten minutes of stoppage time and a last minute equaliser is always going to be thrillingly eventful. That it wasn’t a particularly dirty game (the egregious Dave Kitson aside, whose “performance” has added him to the pantheon of hate figures alongside Gary Owers, Jamie Cureton and Martin Rowlands) but still yielded so many booking and sendings off only scratches at the surface of how appalling the referee Keith Stroud was. That both sets of fans were united in generously rating him at 0/10 also tells its own tale. That the game managed to be utterly riveting despite Mr Stroud’s best efforts only emphasises how fantastic an occasion it was.

It was a live display of Brentford’s irresistable forces meeting Sheffield United’s immoveable objects. Two completely contrasting styles of play and two teams performing at the limits of their abilities.

I wrote early last season after our fixture at Bramall Lane when we were comfortably beaten of small signs of optimism about how the then newly installed Brentford manager, Uwe Rosler, was going about building a team and a style of football. Tuesday night’s game showed how far we have come down that path. Whereas last season the players were tentatively learning to play a passing game and to combine it with being incisive and attacking now we see how this has come to fruition. Last time at Sheffield United, we looked lightweight. This time, despite having an average age of under 23 for the starting eleven and a group of relatively small players, the team made Sheffield United look agricultural, heavy and limited. Even better, after the heroics the previous weekend of scoring two goals in 90 seconds to turn a 2-1 defeat into a 3-2 win against Portsmouth, the players showed the determination and strength of character to react to being reduced to 9 men while 2-1 down against 10 in the best way. Even after Saunders missed a penalty which would have brought the score to 2-2, the players continued to press decisively (rather than merely optimistically) for an equaliser. 19 year old Jake Reeves, who had looked a little boy lost in the same fixture the previous season marshalled midfield and was all set to push the team forward to grab a winner in the 6 minutes of time added on in the second half.

Perhaps the most striking aspect of all of this was the attitude of the fans. Instead of the fatalism that going behind (particularly to a goal from a player, Kitson, who ought to have been sent off much earlier) would normally induce, everyone around me seemed to believe that an equaliser would come even after missing the second penalty. There were a couple of murmurs of discontent about Bradley Wright-Phillips’ work rate and attitude as he seemed to drift around disinterestedly but these were dispelled when he spotted a gap between two of the Blades’ statuesque defenders and their otherwise excellent keeper who was rooted to the ground as BWP scored the equaliser. It was a neatly placed shot which seemed to move in perfect slow motion without it ever being in any doubt that it would gently snuggle up to the back of the net. I’m sure I was cheering before it crossed the line.

Mention must also be made of Clayton Donaldson. Last season he received criticism for not seeming to have lived up to fans’ expectations after having scored 28 goals in League 2 for Crewe the previous season. Even for large parts of this season he has been criticised for not seeming to be able to score “easy” chances that you would expect a striker to put away. Curiously, this criticism has come even while he has sat near the top of the division’s goal-scoring chart throughout and having done so while most often playing out wide. On Tuesday night he utterly terrorised Sheffield United’s defenders, making them look even larger and slower than they really were. Not only this, but he played exceptionally deep in his own half for much of the game, often starting from alongside the Brentford penalty area or even after having tracked a player back to the Brentford goal-line. Another one of him on the other wing and we’d be almost unplayable. Perhaps next season we might do if Stuart Dallas can develop as well as Donaldson has, as was hinted at in the otherwise depressing game at Carlisle. It seems weird to think that that “typical” Brentford disappointment of a game was barely a month ago.

So, two games to go and I’m both optimistic that we can get the two wins which would guarantee automatic promotion and if we miss out, have a team with the spirit, energy and quality to give us a good chance of breaking our play-off hoodoo (although I still wouldn’t want to meet Yeovil in the play-offs as they seem to have the key to beating us at will). I won’t be at the away game at Hartlepool, which may well be tricky despite the opposition having already been relegated and having a top scorer who has only netted five times all season. I hope that the team can go and get the win there that they are capable of so as to make the final game at home against Doncaster at least as memorable as Tuesday’s performance in Sheffield. At the very least, unlike the similar game in 2002, when we needed a win at home against Reading to take automatic promotion, were Doncaster to take the lead or equalise against us, the team and fans will still believe we can win. I hope. At the very least I won’t have a job interview the next day at which I have to apologise for having a somewhat croaky voice!


Waiting for a Bubble to Burst

What is it about being a football fan that makes you veer from blind optimism to the darkest pessimism? It isn’t even hard to hold both positions almost simultaneously as the chants of “Super [insert team name] Super [team] FC, By Far the Greatest Team the World has ever seen” tend to come equally if not more often when the team is doing badly and facing relegation than when they’re about to pull off an easy victory. Indeed, it is probably easier to do this than to be purely positive, at least for me – the ironic (-ish) “We are the Barcelona of the lower leagues” song that Brentford fans have been singing for a few seasons makes me feel uneasy, even when it is during a success like winning the League 2 title at Darlington. Continue reading