SON OF SOBS: BRENTFORD

Rubbish? Comparatively, yes. So far we've set the bar very high, but at some point in the season you have to have your 'worst away performance'. Hopefully, that was it.

This report is short but not sweet.

I did write a much longer report, but when I read back over it, I decided to rewrite it. As my Mam always says - if you can't say owt nice, say nowt. Given how far we come, what's the point?

We showed glimmers of hope, but we just couldn't break them down. The commentary on the telly sniggered about us like AFCON wasn't a thing and this loss was inevitable. The home side have been doing better each week and are above us in the table. I'm not going to name names, but one player dropped his shoulders within the first five minutes after a decision went against him like we were 9 nil down and someone had shat on his chips.

Enzo's Penner could have changed things, but after four draws on the bounce our squad depth was clearly running shallow. If you'd forgotten this season would have tough moments, you need to give your head a shake. Also, it turns out we finally taught some Londoners how to sing.

It's not about how you lose, it's about how you bounce back. Chin up, crack on. Nuff said.

KTF,

GPD