Brentford on Saturday is where the action will be.
The first away journey sees us make the first trip to London, or at least to one of those nondescript suburbs where the house prices are still ridiculous and there’s no tube stations close by. Brentford have made their mark as a nondescript Premier League club, which is an improvement on where they’ve spent most of their existence. They look like they’re going to be around for a few more years so we’re going to have to get used to the annual scramble for tickets in an away end that wouldn’t be big enough for any away support except Brentford. Or possibly Fulham.
Most of their success is down to signing players for peanuts then selling them for a fortune, which is a good idea but it#s one that’s beneath our dignity. We prefer to sign them for a fortune and sell them for… you know the rest.
At least they seem to be getting rid of the more loathsome members of their squad; probably the worst now is the elderly Jordan Henderson, newly returned from retirement. They’ve got a new manager, to replace the one who went to get sacked at Tottenham in January. The new bloke used to be their set-piece coach; Austin MacPhee will probably be having a word. They’ve got supporters in Radiohead and Status Quo, which is about as embarrassing as it comes, except for West Ham who’ve got David Cameron.
We’ll have the World’s Number One back from suspension, but in the one in, one out world of Aston Vila, Ezri Konsa will be suspended. No injuries yet although it’s still early days. We’ve been known to do well here; in fact we’ve won our last two games. Which means it’ll be three by five o’clock on Saturday. The Premier League will still be corrupt as, though.
