Indian Bee
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A hard fought 2-0. It may be ugly at times but our class will tell over 90 minutes. Watkins and Said.
Blackburn v Bees predictions
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1-1 Watkins 89 minutes
AB
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Most of my predictions so far have been pessimistic but I think Blackburn will seem a relief after the stern test Villa gave us.
0-2 Canos & Benrahma
It sounds like they are missing a lot of players through injury, particularly up front, and Mowbray has been setting their defence up to sit back and help them accumulate early season points rather than press forward. If true, I think by playing our natural game we'll have too much for them and they'll give McEachran and Sawyers space to pull the strings. That said, Mowbray is a decent and experienced manager so may throw caution to the wind having seen how Villa made life very tough for us. Not sure that they have the pace out wide to cause us problems though. Then it'll come down to whether our quality can tell.
0-2 Canos & Benrahma
It sounds like they are missing a lot of players through injury, particularly up front, and Mowbray has been setting their defence up to sit back and help them accumulate early season points rather than press forward. If true, I think by playing our natural game we'll have too much for them and they'll give McEachran and Sawyers space to pull the strings. That said, Mowbray is a decent and experienced manager so may throw caution to the wind having seen how Villa made life very tough for us. Not sure that they have the pace out wide to cause us problems though. Then it'll come down to whether our quality can tell.
marvelous007
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Blackburn 2 v Brentford 5.
Ken Richardson
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Bees to win 2-1.
Friday evening:
In the exquisitely refurbished Solar Powered Bees Bus, Buzz-ette - our newly promoted psychologist and sleep therapist - has her nose stuck into Sigmund Freud's: "The Interpretation of Dreams" (Ladybird Illustrated Edition). She takes out a pencil and scribbles down various notes.
After what seems a lifetime Buzz-Bee steers the bus onto the forecourt of the Premier Inn. The air brakes hiss and the doors slide open. Dean shakes our boys awake and they stumble into the building. Buzz-ette gives them instructions to write down all of their dreams the moment they awake. She hands out individually identified little plastic sleeves with forms within and the tired little munchkins head up the wooden hills to befordshire.
Saturday 7.30 am
Buzz-Bee goes from room to room and collects the dream reports. On the way down in the lift he drops them and they go all over the place. He picks them up them but critically puts half of them back in the wrong sleeves. He says nothing and in the breakfast room passes them to Buzz-ette, along with one of his own.
Saturday 8.30 am
After breakfast, Buzz-ette sets to and goes through all of the texts. Her intention is to find each one's motivational sweet spot. Some of it makes fairly raunchy reading, to say the least. On the last sheet she reads, Buzz-Bee has used the opportunity to fully explain the depth of feeling he has for Buzz-ette. As she reads it she blushes from her forewings to her antennae, her own emotional attachment to Buzz-Bee rushes to the surface of her consciousness. Her eyes, and other parts of her anatomy, moisten involuntarily.
Buzz-ette decides to hypnotise the lads in advance one by one before giving each of them their specific therapeutic inducements just before the match. As most of the lads are, intellectually speaking, fairly blank canvasses, she estimates that this will be less than time consuming. This indeed proves to be the case and by 10.30 the job's done and she and Buzz-Bee are locked in an embrace on a bench in the rose garden; snogging like teenagers. They can hardly keep their hands off each other.
Saturday 2.00 pm
The lads sit in the dressing room with glassy eyed, vacant expressions (no change there then), unaware of their own hypnotic states. Buzz-ette moves from one to another, giving each of them the specific word that will draw from within them hidden depths of skill and artistry. Disastrously, due to Buzz-Bee's clumsiness, she gets everything wrong and each player gets someone else's keyword. They haven't got a clue what they're supposed to be doing. Bentley now thinks he's the world's best striker, Mepham is under the impression he's Stanley Matthews. It's the same for each of them. Buzz-ette's plan is going disastrously wrong.
Saturday 3.00 pm
The Brown and Orange Army run out and all go to the wrong positions, Bentley's in the centre circle, Watkins is in goal, Forss is playing left back. FFS! Dean and the rest of the staff don't know what's happened.
By half time we're 2-0 down and playing like idiots. In the dressing rooms Thomas Frank finds the dream reports and spots immediately the error. There's no mistaking Sawyers' spidery scrawl, and yet he has been given Barbet's keyword. The same holds true for each of them, Buzz-Bee's foolishness is exposed. Rasmus sends Betinho off looking for Buzz-ette; he's livid. After looking all over, Betty eventually finds her and Buzz-Bee inflagrante delicto on the back seat of the bus.
He diverts his gaze before speaking" "Hey Mees Buzz-ette, Meester Rasmus he really mad wit you. He tell me fine you, tell you get your arse back to the dressing room pronto, the lads is all messed up 'cos of you sheet dream ting". A highly embarrassed Buzz-ette puts her drawers back on, adjusts her miniskirt and tears back to the confused lads.
It takes only seconds for her to make the boys fully sentient (we use the term loosely in some cases.) She glares in anger and disbelief at Buzz-Bee. Why didn't he say anything? What a cock up.
Saturday 4.00pm
In the second half we return to planet Brentford and Forss gets a brace on his debut. Without Maupay, the responsibility of a last minute penalty falls to Sawyers. - BOOM - No worries.
Full Time:
Them: 2 - Us: 3
Phew!
On the way back Dahn Souf, Buzz-ette gets demoted back to girl mascot and she chucks Buzz-Bee after only one stolen moment of bliss. His antennae droop and he spends the return journey staring out at the infinite blackness.
In the exquisitely refurbished Solar Powered Bees Bus, Buzz-ette - our newly promoted psychologist and sleep therapist - has her nose stuck into Sigmund Freud's: "The Interpretation of Dreams" (Ladybird Illustrated Edition). She takes out a pencil and scribbles down various notes.
After what seems a lifetime Buzz-Bee steers the bus onto the forecourt of the Premier Inn. The air brakes hiss and the doors slide open. Dean shakes our boys awake and they stumble into the building. Buzz-ette gives them instructions to write down all of their dreams the moment they awake. She hands out individually identified little plastic sleeves with forms within and the tired little munchkins head up the wooden hills to befordshire.
Saturday 7.30 am
Buzz-Bee goes from room to room and collects the dream reports. On the way down in the lift he drops them and they go all over the place. He picks them up them but critically puts half of them back in the wrong sleeves. He says nothing and in the breakfast room passes them to Buzz-ette, along with one of his own.
Saturday 8.30 am
After breakfast, Buzz-ette sets to and goes through all of the texts. Her intention is to find each one's motivational sweet spot. Some of it makes fairly raunchy reading, to say the least. On the last sheet she reads, Buzz-Bee has used the opportunity to fully explain the depth of feeling he has for Buzz-ette. As she reads it she blushes from her forewings to her antennae, her own emotional attachment to Buzz-Bee rushes to the surface of her consciousness. Her eyes, and other parts of her anatomy, moisten involuntarily.
Buzz-ette decides to hypnotise the lads in advance one by one before giving each of them their specific therapeutic inducements just before the match. As most of the lads are, intellectually speaking, fairly blank canvasses, she estimates that this will be less than time consuming. This indeed proves to be the case and by 10.30 the job's done and she and Buzz-Bee are locked in an embrace on a bench in the rose garden; snogging like teenagers. They can hardly keep their hands off each other.
Saturday 2.00 pm
The lads sit in the dressing room with glassy eyed, vacant expressions (no change there then), unaware of their own hypnotic states. Buzz-ette moves from one to another, giving each of them the specific word that will draw from within them hidden depths of skill and artistry. Disastrously, due to Buzz-Bee's clumsiness, she gets everything wrong and each player gets someone else's keyword. They haven't got a clue what they're supposed to be doing. Bentley now thinks he's the world's best striker, Mepham is under the impression he's Stanley Matthews. It's the same for each of them. Buzz-ette's plan is going disastrously wrong.
Saturday 3.00 pm
The Brown and Orange Army run out and all go to the wrong positions, Bentley's in the centre circle, Watkins is in goal, Forss is playing left back. FFS! Dean and the rest of the staff don't know what's happened.
By half time we're 2-0 down and playing like idiots. In the dressing rooms Thomas Frank finds the dream reports and spots immediately the error. There's no mistaking Sawyers' spidery scrawl, and yet he has been given Barbet's keyword. The same holds true for each of them, Buzz-Bee's foolishness is exposed. Rasmus sends Betinho off looking for Buzz-ette; he's livid. After looking all over, Betty eventually finds her and Buzz-Bee inflagrante delicto on the back seat of the bus.
He diverts his gaze before speaking" "Hey Mees Buzz-ette, Meester Rasmus he really mad wit you. He tell me fine you, tell you get your arse back to the dressing room pronto, the lads is all messed up 'cos of you sheet dream ting". A highly embarrassed Buzz-ette puts her drawers back on, adjusts her miniskirt and tears back to the confused lads.
It takes only seconds for her to make the boys fully sentient (we use the term loosely in some cases.) She glares in anger and disbelief at Buzz-Bee. Why didn't he say anything? What a cock up.
Saturday 4.00pm
In the second half we return to planet Brentford and Forss gets a brace on his debut. Without Maupay, the responsibility of a last minute penalty falls to Sawyers. - BOOM - No worries.
Full Time:
Them: 2 - Us: 3
Phew!
On the way back Dahn Souf, Buzz-ette gets demoted back to girl mascot and she chucks Buzz-Bee after only one stolen moment of bliss. His antennae droop and he spends the return journey staring out at the infinite blackness.
Mr Cynical
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I think we've got enough to win this. Dack has been doing well but is a major doubt for tomorrow... 2-0 Bees, Watkins and Benhrama
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HunsburyBee
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Blackburn 1 Bees 2
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Blackburn 1 Brentford 1
upnorthbee
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1-1
redsbee
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One nil to the Superbees. Sawyers to score for us. Need the Maups back for a higher score. Resolute defensive performance and our second clean sheet.
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No maupay, under performing last time out, unbeaten run stops. 2 - 0.
Isleworth_Bee
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2-1 Bees. Watkins double.
redsbee
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Is there a team vs Blackburn thread? Interesting to see how DS will modiify team and subs selection with Maups unavailable.
badgerbee
Mafeking Avenue........gets you there!!!!
Yes.
favershambee
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Hard fought 1-1 draw for me.
kaebess
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Will be hard to break them down but once we do in the second half the second and third will follow, with them picking a late goal as mentally the players are already on the bus home.
Norfolk Bee
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Unbeaten Rovers will be another strong test. Confidence will keep those tired legs running. Interesting to see how we cope with perhaps the one area we aren't so blessed with like for like cover. Hoping for a win, 2-0, Watkins and Sawyers.
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That would at least show how much we miss Maupay...
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Lessons learnt from Wednesday’s draw, ... bees win 2 nil
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1-1. I can't remember ever getting the score right. They sit deep and we can't break them down. They score early doors and we equalise in the last 10.
staines_bee
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2-1 away win - hopefully the loss of Maupay won't affect us too much.
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I'd probably have gone 2-1 or 3-1 to us without the Maupay suspension but will wait until teamsheets are up before predicting now.
Doovster
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Won't lose. Think, despite Maupay missing, we'll have enough to win. So 2 nil Bees.
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3 points please
Lush55
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TW8 crew in Blackpool........out until 4am last night...........so I predict all in a mess come KO......FJ will not remember anything after half time....., Druggie will bee asleep in a corner somewhere, Motherwell will be in the toilets sniffing his program, Jimbo and Log's will be heard singing in the bar........then its all over the road to the working mens club.........lol............anyway..3-2 to us............COYB!
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liverbee
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Been looking at 2-3. That had a creditable draw onWednesday from two down. Nah. 2-5 Bees. Sayers hat trick.
Vid
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0-5 because we are worth it.
Kingston Bee
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Another tough game, both teams having played on wednesday night. Unless we make several changes to the starting lineup to freshen things up can see another draw, 1-1 or 2-2
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Think I was the only one predicting a loss.
