This week Brentford supporters endured both the agony and the ecstasy that only a last minute goal can summon.
On Saturday afternoon Leon Legge headed home an 89th minute winner at The Valley to send myself and several hundred other Bees fans into raptures – that goal meant we ended 365 year wait for a win at Charlton (Is that right? Ed) and it felt pretty good.
Charlton has, over the years, built up a reputation as being a family-friendly, community club.
Accepted wisdom goes that the Addicks are never going to be one of the big boys but aren’t they a great example to us all – The Green Party of football, if you will.
But like the Greens, good old Charlton have never failed to irritate me and this irritation bloomed on Saturday at the news that I was to be charged £25.50 for my ticket. Perhaps I missed it but the community spirit appeared to be well and truly absent from this pricing policy.
At least we tipped the balance by winning the game, but to pay that much to watch a run of the mill League One game is, quite frankly, more scandalous than what goes on in the privacy of a Premiership footballer's hotel room.
On Wednesday night it was then the turn of Huddersfield Town to score a last minute goal.
Maybe I would say this, but while our later winner at The Valley was well deserved, The Terriers' goal was about as justified as the war in Iraq.
We gave it a really good go against the promotion chasers and, despite the result, the team should be extremely pleased with the performance – I can't remember when I last felt so chipper coming away from a defeat.
I should also say that my mood was further enhanced by the fact that, during the second half, I enjoyed a cup of Bovril, my new favourite drink*.
I recently discovered that my life up until this point has been a sham. I had assumed drinking Bovril – like armed robbery and watching Top Gear – was something that sensible people just didn’t do.
I’m happy to admit that I was so very wrong. This stuff might be saltier than a Siberian mine but it tastes damn good and I'm now looking forward to many a cup in the coming seasons.
*May I assure you that I’m not sponsored by the good people of Bovril (although if they want to send me a life-time’s supply I won’t complain) and it should also be pointed out there are many other meat-based drinks available.
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