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Brentford fielded a significantly weakened side in the Capital One clash with Oxford, and paid a heavy price, in what turned out to be a gloomy evening at Griffin Park.

Not only were the Bees humbled 4-0, in a game that included a calamitous first quarter of an hour, in which clown-like defending leaked three goals, but the abysmal pitch looks to have claimed its first victim/s… Our record signing, Andreas Bjelland, limped off after appearing to twist on the turf and on first indication he could be out for a while. Nico Yennaris hobbled off too.

I am not for one minute taking anything away from Oxford, or blaming the pitch totally for the defeat, as it was the same for both sides, (we simply didn’t pay them enough respect and the playing surface was not the only substandard factor on the night), but whoever is responsible for not ensuring the quality of the pitch is up to scratch, when so much money has been spent investing in the playing staff, needs to pay a heavy price.

Eight players made their first starts for the club, and the affect was a completely below par and disjointed display. In the opening period it was a case of men against boys, with Oxford seizing the game by the scruff if the neck and humiliating Brentford. Nobody, (subs-aside) apart from perhaps Josh Clark at overlapping right-back, can come out of this game with any sense achievement of any kind if we’re being honest.

Apart from the disastrous team selection and injuries, the clouds of frustration are starting to gather in some quarters, and Tuesday night simply serves to stoke their fire. There are some very interesting thoughts in the Beesotted terrace video (link above) and the post match Pride of West London Podscast (link below).

Two seasons ago Brentford fielded a similarly weakened side and got thumped 5-0 at Derby County, and last year we conceded six at this stage of the Capital One Cup, only to go on and have great seasons, so let’s get things in perspective, but Tuesday’s gloom could, and should, have been avoided.

Dave Lane