Tuesday night under lights at Griffin Park is good for the heart. But 3 nil home wins are good for the soul and 7500 like minded souls went home happy in the thought that another season of Championship football is virtually secured for Brentford.
Head Coach Smith got it right, Swift on the left and Canos on the right, out went the negative timid line up from Saturdays surrender against Derby. Sergi and Chelsea John for KK and an injured Colin, Smith turned the tactic tables by going for the Wolves throat. Nico slotted in nicely at right back, whilst Maxi has another date with the doctor, Yennaris is proving his worth to this Smith side.
Early on we looked better, a bit of zip, Woods as busy as ever, Josh involved and clever whilst Judge flitted around the left and middle like a firefly. Judge hit Ikemes right hand post from 20 yards and Swift was on his game tonight, he glided past the Wolves midfield time and again, carrying the ball from halfway, one twos on the edge of the box, Judge into Swift followed by a shot that matched his name, Ikeme parried as Swift lost balance the speed of the parry back hit Swift on the shin as he lost balance, it bumbled over Ikeme into the net. 1 nil we roared a sigh of relief.
Canos was like the Duracell rabbit tonight, he kept going on and on down the right, giving the hunchbacked Hause a horror evening, a cut back and Marco spooned one over into the Wendy House. But we went into the break in control and Smith had his first smile on his face at home since Christmas.
Second half we were a little slow out the blocks, a fine low right handed stop from Button from a skidder from MacDonald kept us all on our toes. But then the move of the match, Josh on halfway saw bulldog Jake in his rear view mirror McEachran played an eye of the needle ball between the right back and right midfield cover, a pass into stride Platini would have proud of, Bidwell a first time cross at pace with curl, just too high for Judge to convert right side of the box, our Irish dynamo, controlled and played a walking pass to the onrushing Canos who chugged on, pinned his ears back and let rip low to Ikemes right, 2 nil bottom corner. A stonker of a goal Ealing Road bounced for the first time in ages.
Now the flicks and touches were on show, confidence is a fickle thing, but everyone wanted a go, Woods pinged a 40 yard pass, Harlee was marauding over halfway looking for a goal and Canos was the dog with the Wolves defence as his bone, right hand side of the area he toyed with them, stepover to the left, stepover to the right, a low cross, Marco had a go to rifle home and was blocked on it rolled to Swift who tapped in from six yards whilst Ikeme looked at the stars. 3 nil and this game was done.
Manager Jackett tightened his coat, it could have been a noose as the Wolves hollered to their faithful that they were not fit to wear the shirt. Smith brought Sam on for Sergi and KK for McEachran and Vibe for Djuricin as the Bees looked for 4, a lovely move where KK ran from halfway into Vibe who weighted a pass onto Bidwell, Ikeme with the block. A flying save from a goalbound header kept us to 3, but more importantly Button and his crew kept a clean sheet.
Whistle blown and all was well with the world. Brentford played their brand of football tonight, easy on the eye, pacey pass and move and everyone played their part. Wolves were bad, MK Dons bad, they were that bad, but thats’ none of our business. Dean Smith will travel home up the M40 tonight a happy man, his set up so flawed on Saturday was on the money tonight.
We all went home happy, another season virtually secured in the Championship and with 13 games to play and we still have our QPR awayday and Foolham at home to come, who said this season is over! Arsenal / Barca, you can keep it, 3 nil home win, thats’ more than good enough in my world.