A bit of history went down in TW8 – Friday Night under lights at Griffin Park was like an West London Collesium where our gladiators were duelling with those stray dogs and hounds from the Bush.
No changes from the Bees after the clinical termination of Charlton and their manager just six days ago, our mild mannered Brummie Head Coach Carsley showed on Halloween weekend that he is developing a ghoulish thirst for the blood of opposing managers by skewering Ra Ra’s Manager Ramsay toward the managerial skip this evening.
It was a Derby that in the first half saw us play some neat triangles in the middle whilst QPR hoofed and woofed. Judge tried to play the football a run and surge and a shot just wide, Green struggled to hold on to a shot from Swift and gathered a Marco grasscutter but other than that it was a spat between Hill and Macca that brought things to the boil, yellow for both as Macca kicked Hill and Hill slamdunked Macca to which Macca pointed a digit reminding this Punk Clint to make his day.
Luongo headed against the upright from 10yards and then cut in a curled one against the base of the post that pinged back out as Rangers woke to life before half time. In truth it was the last time Button was alarmed. Second half we flew out of the blocks, Macca to Djuricin who volleyed quickly at the startled Green who pawed away for Swift to just blast a curler over.
But we had the possession, Toumani a graceful flick with the outside of the boot down the left wing, to our mighty mouse Judge who curled a delicious left footed cross low across the six yard box, Marco got to it first in front of Hill and poked it over Green for 1 nil. The whole place went mental. A fine team goal and with Hill and Green eating grass all three sides throbbed and turned to the Wendy House and boomed “Who are ya”
Griffin Park had a Tolkien look to it, the moon shone down amongst the red mist from the flares, as a nightmare scene started to dawn for those Rangers hobbits. Woods again showed poise and skill and teamed up well again with Yennaris who has been the find of October. Swift glided in midfield like a pedigree motor, he played like an experienced veteran, he sees a pass before most of the Rangers backline could react. Carsley shuffled the pack, Kerschbaumer on 70 for a hamstrung Judge, Vibe for Macca and the Hoff for Marco. But it was Dean, Tarky and Bidwell that mopped it up and put the heads in, fine defending from our central pair and bulldog slides from our captain as they racked up their third clean sheet on the spin.
5 added minutes and time for a Lasse spin and turn and triple axle as he spun Rangers chasers this way and that and as Ref Hooper blew, can we have this fella for all our big games after Fulham at the Cottaage last year and this tonight! We all roared as one. The Ra Ra’s were in their place, tail between legs, below us in the table, the changing of the guard of West London power has begun. Fulham last year, QPR this, we are not going away. Our time is beginning to happen.
Manager Carsley continues to use common sense to get the team to perform and hoover up some points. 20 points by the end of October 6 wins now to offset our 6 defeats has railroaded our season back on track. This victory was as sweet as Fulham last season, not as dramatic, but we are knocking back the old Brentford traditions, never win on the telly, never perform in big games, never beat our rivals when it counts. Tonight confirmed everything we hoped, Rangers are a team on the slide with their best days behind them, us on the other hand are a team on the up with more big nights ahead of us.
Some nights when Griffin Park was like tonight, football and Brentford is just perfect, it is just the best high any one could have.