Playing games down south is always an odd one for us in London Wolves.We're used to long hauls for games at Molineux every other week but although games down south are more "local" to us it still means going to parts of the country we rarely usually visit.Brentford is in the shadow of the Westway and all i know about that is imagery from early Clash albums.Still it was a nice day and at least we all had a chance for a lie in and grab breakfast...
We met up at Waterloo station---which seemed to be full of English & Irish Rugby fans searching for an open boozer---to get the train to Brentford---picking up one of our number at Clapham on the way---getting to the pub at noon to fortify ourselves for the day ahead.The Nelson was a nice friendly place about five minutes from the ground although maybe they should invest in more bar staff on match days...Anyway,Brentford famously has a pub on each corner of their ground but we had no intention of going on a crawl.Once we're settled in a boozer we tend to stay there.Maybe it's an age thing...
Griffin Park is what can be described as "old school" It's been a long time since Wolves fans had the joy of a standing only terrace to jump about on.For us old buggers it bought back misty eyed memories of days gone and for the younger fans it must have been akin to discovering their dads--or Grandads--- vinyl LP's and playing them on a battered old turntable.
This was a big day for our hosts.A sell out crowd for the first time this season with all Wolves tickets sold once again there was a cracking atmosphere in the away end...
The first half was proving pretty even.Both teams sussing each other out.Brentford had plenty of the ball but they never got behind our defence,indeed the only shot Ikeme had to save was a free kick from just over 20 yards out.Meanwhile we had a couple of chances on the break but failed to make the breakthrough...Then in injury time of the first half a well worked throw in by the corner flag found James Henry in the box where his cross drifted into the top corner of the net.
Cue mayhem on the terraces! I'd forgotten how manic celebrating a goal on the terraces can be.We were stood right by the exit at the back of the stand.My mate ended up at the front!
The second half followed the pattern of the first.Brentford having a lot of the ball but failing to get anywhere near our penalty box.We on the other hand looked dangerous every time we attacked.The second goal duly followed when Sako spotted the run of Jacobs through the middle and found him with a superb pass.Jacobs ran on to score unhindered.He also grabbed the third with a superb shot after good work down the left by Dicko and the ever impressive Goldbourne.
In truth Wolves were not at their best and maybe the occasion got to Brentford but we were well worth the win.Some Brenford fans have been moaning that they had more of the ball,and that's true,but it's what you do with it that counts.They were restricted to three shots...one of which nearly hit me!
In the pub afterwards we were also told we were cloggers with only one half decent player...Nowt as blind as football fans after getting a good gubbing...
So that's six wins on the bounce with the best defence in English football.We have to carry on this great run though.One glance at the top three shows there's no room for complacency...
P W F A GD PTS
Orient 33 20 64 32 34 67
Wolves 31 20 54 20 34 67
Brentford 31 20 54 31 23 66
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