- Apr 5, 2014
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Well I get all that, but if 'supporters' were berating Tony Bloom then they can pop down the road and support Chelsea. He doesn't elevate the club from the far reaches to Europe to get slated by some ego glory hunters.For the benefit of the armchair experts who are out in force tonight calling it overeaction, let me spell out what our performance today was really like.
I didn't think that our level could drop anymore from the previous four performances. Sadly, it did. In fact, it is now getting worse, game by game. It was a performance of collective errors from start to finish. The players seemed content to play at a tempo that offered little or no threat. Despite what the manager said post match about us being good first half, we were bloody awful. Fans were saying at HT that surely this couldn't get any worse. Sadly, it did. We got away with that HT scoreline. It was laughable that we were even level. Did we learn from it. No. We just kicked off again in the same manner, giving the ball away, right, left and centre and paid the price.
The game was crying out for change. There was no energy, no direction. Where was Mitoma? The fans could see it coming and it did. Too late. Taking off our only striker and dominant midfielder defied explanation and the fans turned ugly.
Pedro was a selfish and languid disgrace for 60 min before deciding to make our task even more difficult. Dunk struggled painfully again. Defensively, we were all over the shop. Brentford played in second gear and waited for the gaps to appear, which we were only too happy to provide. This was so far below the levels of a few games ago that you begin to wonder quite what is going on. The players actually appear to have given up.
TB heard and felt the frustration and anger first hand. It was in his ear. Although those berating him deserve condemnation. It was a mismanaged shambles, that gifted Brentford their first home win since December. For many still giving the manager leeway before today, this was a turning point. It felt like a rudderless ship, drifting slowly towards the rocks and its difficult to see anything other than a limp slide now into the bottom half.