There's a lot of talk on here of taking chances, as if all chances should be potted and chance in the other sense, i.e.. random fate, had nothing to do with it. There is a well-known biblical saying that features the word "chance" in this latter sense. It goes: "the race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong, (...) but time and chance happeneth to them all." I translate: even when dominant and doing everything right, a superior Brentford team are by no means guaranteed to win any given match.
If the Coventry strike against the post at 1-1 had gone in, and if we hadn't won a soft penalty just as the referee was drawing in his breath to blow for time, the knife-sharpeners among us would be preparing the coup de grâce and Uwe's days would be numbered.
If the Doncaster pot-luck strike from 30-yards had hit the post instead of going in, we might well not have lost momentum and gone on to win the game, with the usual suspects throwing away their knife-grinders and hailing our imminent promotion to the Championship.
Instead of which we (read: Uwe) were unlucky with the first and got lucky with the second. Instead of nibbling at the heels of the leaders in sixth place or mouldering in the doldrums somewhere around 12th, we're merely handily placed in 9th. Time and chance...
They say that chance evens itself out over a full season. In other words, to judge a manager over a short run of games, let along a single game, is ridiculous. I suggest we all calm down and let the manager - one of the best we've had in recent decades, in my view - get on with managing. There'll be time enough for judging at the end of the season.