After a day where the majority of the footballing world were talking about Fat Sam leaving the England job ‘by mutual consent’ (definitely not sacked. Just to be clear. Not. Sacked) one would imagine that outside of TW8, Brentford thumping Reading 4-1 will quite likely be low on most people’s topics of discussion this morning. Which is a massive shame because the victory, which saw the Bees rise above the likes of Newcastle United to fourth place in the Championship table, was one to savour.
Even now (Wednesday morning, 6 a.m.), I’m speechless. The questions going in to the game were how would Dean Smith rebuild his midfield whilst, at the same time, countering the perceived attacking threat from a supposedly rejuvenated John Swift? Didn’t they get answered in some style?
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Reading’s lurid kit was about as awkward as it got for Brentford
View from the terrace – Annette Curran grabbed this one of Daniel doing his thing
Maybe a slightly more modest restaurant these days
Nick Bruzon
BrentfordFC 
I must admit I have only just heard about Fat Sam’s demise (Wednesday lunchtime). I stopped watching Sky Sports News some time ago when I was appalled at the lack of publicity surrounding West Ham’s ground move.
Yesterday’s game was stunning for many reasons. First the display. Awesome! A change of formation 4-4-1-1 brought some superb displays out of Lasse, Romaine, Scotty and Josh Clarke who was a revelation and MOM. One of the performances of the season so far. Macca a superb understudy for Woods, brought a different type of game, but his experience and guile was evident throughout. Macca is the master of the ‘move into the oppo player and fall forwards, thus winning a free kick every single time’ move. Max Colin, outstanding too and fully deserved of his goal. It was a game I wasnt sure we would get anything from, but we dominated and produced some outstandin football and look forward to rewatching the 90 on BeesPlayer.
Why are the runts (City of God reference) at the back of ER so obsessed with John Swift? Their hatred towards him baffles me. I feel that the runts need to redirect their energies elsewhere. Reading employ Swift in a slightly different way to what we did, with Swift being their man to get things going. Thankfully he was having one of his off colour days, which as we know he is liable to have occasionally.
Also best wishes to the fella who took ill on ER. Hoping he makes a full recovery.
3 amusing moments. Buzzette bustin a move before kick off. That bee can groove!
A woman from some reality programme singing Hey Jude on the pitch with no one joining in and subsequently only 1 half hearted rendition of Hey Jude for the rest of the game. Please dont do that again Marketing Dept!
Also just before the first goal, three ‘gorillas’ barging through spectators on ER caused the ire of one gentleman who would not excuse his rudeness. A rather vociferous argument ensued which then developed into a fight. Seeing these two middle aged, overweight and balding men grappling with each other, with one having the other in headlock, reminded me of sitting on my grandmother’s knee in the 1970s watching the middle aged overweight balding wrestlers on World of Sport. It was a moment that I couldnt help and laugh at and become my moment of the season so far.
The Hey Jude karaoke performance from our reality TV Welsh songstress was as surreal as when Peter Gilham sang it before a FA Cup first round match against Morecambe in 2001.
God knows why he did it that day and God knows why we had it on Tuesday.
If you want true surrealism at football though, nothing will ever beat Eddy Wally landing on the pitch in a helicopter to sing a song ten minutes before kick-off at a Belgian first division match I went to in the late 90s, before then buggering off in said helicopter five minutes later. If you ever watched Eurotrash, you’ll know we’re talking a very odd man with delusions of musical talent.