CHAMPIONSHIP | 16.08.2014 | ATT: 10114 | REF: Gavin WARD
AFC BOURNEMOUTH v BRENTFORD – Tunnel Cam
Where are we in the league?
POINTS COUNTDOWN | Played: 2 – Won: 2 Draw: 0 Lost: 0 | Points: 6
EDDIE HOWE MATCH REACTION
MATCH REPORT: DONT LOOK AT HARRY ARTER
Super subs Junior Stanislas and Ryan Fraser combined superbly to ensure victory, three points and prime position for the Premiership. Only need another 27 wins.
Welcome back boys, was the cheery greeting from the stewards as we stepped inside Dean Court for the first time since what felt like forever. Normal service had been resumed, Saturdays were once again back to the reason they were invented. No more aimless visits to places I cant even remember, football was back.
“Predictions in the TFTSE camp were 3-0, 3-1 and a more ambitious 6-1”
After last Saturdays stunning performance against Huddersfield expectations were high for the first home thrashing of the season. Predictions in the TFTSE camp were 3-0, 3-1 and a more ambitious 6-1. However, Brentford were to prove tougher opposition than expected and the home side rarely ever got into top gear.
Too many clouds were stopping the sun shining through and giving the Cherries the strength they needed. As soon as the clouds parted the Cherries stepped up a gear
and started to show glimpses of what we all know they are capable of. Matt Ritchie was looking lively and went close with a 25-yard(ish) piledriver. But, it was Brentford who went the closest with a fierce shot that hit the crossbar. That’s all we can really remember from the first 45 minutes. Apart from some poor refereeing decisions, mainly against the Cherries, but Mr Ward wasn’t adverse to giving sh*t decisions against both teams. At least he was consistent.
The second 45 brought with it renewed hope, it couldn’t be much more uninteresting than the first half. The referee was still ‘consistent’ and was ably helped by his equally useless linesman. What amused us most was when the crowd were shouting at him for not giving a decision where Callum Wilson was clearly being held and started shaking his head saying no. I didn’t know he needed to keep us informed of his decisions.
“Thankfully, like most of the game they (Brentford) didn’t know where the goal was and nothing came of it”
Someone who was getting a few decisions against him, but also lucky not to get his standard yellow was you know who, Mr Harry Arter. It seemed every time I looked at him he was making a poor tackle, arguing with the referee or giving the ball away. One moment lead to O’Kane putting a crunching tackle, we liked that.
So, we decided not to look at him, and hopefully things would change, or if they didn’t we wouldn’t see it happening meaning we couldn’t get annoyed with him. Unfortunately, we were caught out as he put in a lovely blind cross-field pass , straight to Brentford who burst forward. Thankfully, like most of the game they didn’t know where the goal was and nothing came of it. Eddie Howe decided that he had enough of Arter and eventually took him off with ten minutes to go.
But, it wasn’t the substitution of Arter that changed the game, but the replacement of Ritchie and Pugh for Fraser and Stanislas with 25 minutes to go. A seemingly odd choice as both were playing well, but the home side needed something different and they go it in the 72nd minute.
STANISLAS GOAL – behind the goal
Fraser got away from his man and as you can see put in the perfect ball for Stanislas to sidefoot home. The strike added a sense of urgency to the Brentford game and they pushed forward looking for an equaliser. But it was the Cherries who should have doubled their lead. Callum Wilson had a a strike headed off the line and another chance where he simply took too long. But another victory and another three points ensured that the Premiership dream has come one step closer.
TFTSE MAN OF THE MATCH
Not a convincing performance, but there was plenty of grit, determination and last ditch defending to ensure victory. This was ably demonstrated by a host of Cherries players but captain Fantastic Mr Tommy Elphick was our favourite on the day.