It had been terrible climate within the morning. Leaden skies had continued to deliver the rain that had swept over Tyneside the day earlier than.
Strolling to the match, the rain had stopped however there was a disticntly autumnal really feel to the climate. Me and the lad speculated over the beginning line-up, nothing uncommon in that, however the lad was expressing doubts, feeling a bit of anxious about what may occur later within the day.
Axis bar was packed as we handed by earlier than making our method throughout the Excessive Stage Bridge. I used to be to return there for post-match drinks shortly earlier than 8pm.
Our pre-match watering gap was busy as common and we nervously awaited the crew information, cellphones to the prepared because the clock struck 4.30pm.
The again 5 was unchanged and there was no Tonali. That was anticipated. “Preserving him for the San Siro” I puzzled out loud. Anderson and Longstaff. “That’s good”, we each mentioned. “Bruno within the center, verify”. Barnes to start out and Wilson. “Exhibits we’ve bought choices” I urged, with the lad musing that “Wilson is perhaps higher suited to enjoying in opposition to a crew like Brentford”. How prescient that practice of thought turned out to be.
As much as the bottom sooner than common, once more. Large queues, once more.
We missed the Liverpool recreation however gaining entry yesterday felt worse than it did in opposition to Villa. Everybody was taking an eternity and the bloke in entrance of me was denied entry altogether. That he was consuming probably the most horrendous trying burger may need been the rationale, its fatty content material enjoying merry hell with the WIFI sign? Both method he toddled off in quest of assist and it was left to us to elucidate to his accomplice who’d already gained entry what had occurred. Not good. I hope the man bought sorted however he wants to put off the Keegan’s.
We took our common seats. Our neighbours, buddies for 90 minutes each different week as a result of destiny has conspired to allocate us seats collectively, all expressed considerations and doubts to various levels, the temper round us very in contrast to final season. That mentioned, the lad behind, whose common companion was mixing with the Hoi Polloi within the company suite, took enjoyment of telling us about his forthcoming journey to Milan through Stansted, which he defined was roughly starting as soon as we’d put the Londoners to the sword. A minimum of he displayed a bit of confidence.
It was a nervy begin. We appeared disjointed. Pope stayed large and made an unorthodox save from Hickey who had discovered acres of area in our eighteen yard field. Subsequent, Wissa was unable to make contact with Jensen’s teasing cross as he slid in on the again put up. Two large possibilities however each gone.
The rain started to envelope St James as the primary half drew to an in depth. Bruno ought to have scored however didn’t make ample contact and their keeper pushed his effort away. In Stage 7, for a fleeting second, we thought it was a objective.
The second half was higher. In actual fact, while we weren’t nice, I don’t suppose anybody in a black and white shirt performed badly. Harvey Barnes appeared energetic and the again 4 was strong. Bruno was higher and Longstaff and Anderson acquitted themselves nicely. Even Pope’s distribution appeared a lot improved.
Inexplicably, referee Pawson chalked off a superbly good objective from Wilson shortly earlier than the hour mark, following a melee within the six yard field, however our frustrations didn’t final lengthy, Anthony Gordon doing brilliantly to win a penalty seven minutes later which ice cool Calum Wilson despatched with aplomb.
Because the clock counted down, we needed to endure an anxious 9 minutes of added on time, the primary half of which we couldn’t retain the ball. The previous few minutes had been primarily spent on the Strawberry Nook earlier than Pawson blew for time.
What a distinction a win makes. Scrappy? Sure. Again to our greatest? No.
We’ve the identical variety of factors from our first 5 video games as we had at this stage final season, we’re above Man United and heading to Milan for a Champions League fixture. HTL
Stats from BBC Sport:
Newcastle 1 Brentford 0 – Saturday 16 September 5.30pm
Objectives:
Newcastle United:
Wilson 64 pen
Brentford:
Possession was Brentford 43% Newcastle 57%
Whole photographs had been Brentford 11 Newcastle 9
Pictures on the right track had been Brentford 2 Newcastle 2
Corners had been Brentford 8 Newcastle 3
Referee: Craig Pawson
Pope, Trippier, Schar, Botman, Burn, Bruno, Longstaff, Anderson, Gordon, Wilson, Barnes (Almiron 83)
SUBS:
Dubravka, Lascelles, Tonali, Targett, Isak, Corridor, Livramento, Murphy
Crowd: 51,670 (Brentford approx 700)
(Thomas Frank blames match officers for Newcastle United defeat – Expects an apology – Learn HERE)
(Newcastle 1 Brentford 0 – Immediate NUFC fan / author response – Learn HERE)
(Newcastle 1 Brentford 0 – Match scores and feedback on the entire NUFC gamers – Learn HERE)
