Oh what a night. Sometimes just sometimes football is just right on point.
From Schuster knocking 125 million pounds worth of talent in Morgan Rogers to the floor with a shoulder to shoulder to Dams majestic filleting of a defensive breaker of a pass for Schade for the second goal.
Our team produced a performance that made us all proud.
Keith schooled Alonso tactically, after an opening half hour where apart from Kelleher windmill palm away from Neto’s curler, was the only action of note.
KLP used his loaf and his speed came into a pocket over the halfway line and Brentford started the motor up.
Damsgaard who had Henderson leeching off him for 35 suddenly like Tim Robbins in Shawshank plotted his escape to leave poor old Jordan treading in treacle as our mercurial Dane had a fantastic hour.
A corner to the back post and Jannik the brave rose like a salmon to nod the ball back for Anthony to head home unmarked from under the crossbar. A billion pound team who can’t defend corners, what’s not to like.
We then dug in, Ajer our Norwegian Thor our protector has grown in stature post World Cup and him and Shuster blocked and sweated as Chelsea trying to thread past them.
A Henderson ambitious ping through the middle and we mopped it up Sangare to Dams who played a ball that peeled through the defence that evaded two lunging defenders and Kev was away, Martinez parried and Thiago side got volleyed it home. The relief and joy in the West Stand was only matched by Thiago bouncing shirt off like Zeberdee towards Kew Bridge. Thiago thanked God as usual, but God would have pointed towards Dams for the heavenly assist.
Hickey who is a fantastic squad man, Mr quiet but Mr dependable played a beautiful slide rule pass to Kev who found Fabio for a fantastic slide back post and rippled a third into the roof of the net. 3 nil and Martinez rolled around in his net no better than Sanchez and Carvalho grinned from ear to ear as his pain from the last year subsided.
Post match Andrew’s clapped us all as we saluted the team then sung with us about Thiago, we were all in that moment together as he gave out a triumphant roar. Thiago beamed, Anthony smiled, Schuster laughed and the team looked as unified and tight as they have ever been,
3 nil against the richest team in West London, proves the old adage hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard enough. But this team, our team is more than just a hard working team. Keith has developed a team one step further than the class of Thomas. We have a team that plays how we want our teams to play, with heart, passion, strength, pace and skill. Andrews is a smart man with a smart side and tonight Chelsea travel back to their Surrey mansions knowing that tonight West London is red and West London is Ours!
