TF Match Report - Brentford 2 - 4 Newcastle United - True Faith

The end is near, but not quite over yet. United is still waiting to see what will happen in the outcome of the FA Cup Final. Everyone is eager to hear whether they will need to keep their Thursday nights free or not. Matthew Philpotts made a special visit to London to enjoy the warm weather, whiskey, and great atmosphere.

What drives us to attend a game? It's definitely not solely to secure a championship title, or at least that's not the immediate goal for those of us who support black and white teams. However, we may aspire to achieve this in the future.

We strive for moments like these. Not moments that will be remembered in the vapid, corrupted "conversations" of contemporary soccer with its ceaseless narcissistic debates about clubs that have converted into nothing but conduits for more monetary gain. Did a team become the league champions today? Frankly, I don't care at all.

Days like these are centered on emotions, sentiments, and personal encounters. They involve the essence of one's being, love for the game of football, and the perspectives we have on life.

You won't usually come across any of these things at the Gtech Community Stadium. While I appreciate football as a way to unite communities, the away end is particularly noteworthy. It's so tiny and limited to just one corner, which means that only one chant can be sung at a time. It's definitely worth taking note of.

However, my goodness, if not for God, it would be the most disheartening and empty subbuteo stadium you will ever come across. I remain dubious that any aware supporters of the home team were present. They were all too pleasant, neat, and organized. There was nothing to ignite the passion in one's heart.

We took care of it on our own. The best way to do so is by spending a lovely, sunny day in a sophisticated London suburb that doesn't prioritize football. First, we started with a pre-match meal with an old friend from TF. Then, we had seats next to Stormin Norman during the game. After the match, we had a few beers with a new acquaintance, Swervy Steve. Football was truly amazing that day, both on and off the field.

A man named Joelinton stepped onto the field and showed immense skill. He was a formidable force, not just a common stereotype but a real player who had strength, speed, and lengthy limbs that surpassed anyone else on the team, whether they were wearing black and white or red and white uniforms. Despite his amazing performance, he even made a mistake reminiscent of his earlier days playing for Rochdale, missing what appeared to be the easiest goal of the game when it still seemed important.

Don't worry. Despite a rough beginning that was thankfully overturned thanks to VAR (I'll explain later), we dominated the first half. Bruno passed the ball high to the far post where Cliff Barnes headed it in. Murphy, who is still not performing well (I apologize), had the simplest of opportunities and then Sir Alex finished off the first half with his usual style to make it three goals total.

Europe once more, hooray! Europe once more, hooray! We couldn't possibly mess this up.

We were on the brink of losing, but we decided to turn things around. After the break, we put on our flip flops and started playing better. We managed to score two goals, bringing the score to 3-2. Despite my doubts, Norman was certain that we could score another goal and secure a victory. In the end, his prediction came true, and we were able to turn the game around.

I am not sure how VAR dismissed the penalty without even checking the monitor. They claimed that the contact occurred slightly outside the imaginary line above the penalty box. This system needs to be discarded immediately.

Thankfully, we took notice of Fab's unsatisfactory attempt just ten minutes prior, so Alex decided to take the free kick. His shot bounced, and Bruno was able to score, bringing the score to 4-2. We can all take a deep breath now.

After that, it became a goodbye message for those who were definitely leaving. We hoped to witness a final exciting goal from Callum Wilson, but we settled for a throw in instead. If Dummett managed to score, we would have rushed onto the field. However, since he didn't score, we didn't take any action.

At the end, the only thing remaining was the performance of the non-professional Chippendales. It was enough to cause fear in everyone's knees, not just Ossie's. Although he's been busy with other things, Krafth's hard work in the gym has finally paid off. He can now potentially earn a good income from a line of work in one of Sweden's most famous markets for export in the 70s.

Tripps handed his shirt over to the spectators in the first row cautiously, which had a hint of flirtatiousness to it. Bruno repeatedly waved to the fans. Perhaps, this was the last time we would sing for his father in the opposing end as Bruno's eagerness to score indicated that he might be leaving. We'll have to wait and see, maybe he was simply considering all his possibilities.

After what felt like an endless season, it has finally come to a close. It has been a decade since that epic Tonali goal against Villa, when everything felt achievable. Despite not achieving any victories (let's not spoil it for you), we had some truly unforgettable moments.

We'll stick to just two games. One was Villa away, which was a pleasantly surprising and effortless win. A lengthy and seemingly meaningless weekday journey turned out to be a memorable experience that people will talk about for a long time. The other game was the League Cup match against Man Utd. It was played at Old Trafford and there were only 8,000 spectators. Also, the field was occupied by 17 reserve full backs that were much older. However, that game was the happiest 90 minutes of my life.

What drives us to attend sports matches? It's not always a perfect experience, as it can be unenjoyable or mundane at times. However, there are those rare moments when it's simply blissful, a respite from reality that leaves an everlasting impact. Attendees go to these events purely for the sake of creating unforgettable memories.

Today was one of those days that gave me immense pleasure.