WHEN the open top bus parade is over and the newly inked ‘Aitor’s Army’ tattoos telling of title glory are paraded proudly around the hotel pool we will look back over the magic moments of the season and beam about cup wins at Man City and Arsenal and days at Derby and Bournemouth that swung it decisively our way and gush about the soon to be fabled fixture at Fulham that sealed it.
Should those celebrations come to pass no one will remember the win-ugly bread-and-butter battle to a 1-0 win at Brentford. To be fair I’m already actively trying to forget it. It was scrappy, tense and low quality fare played in atrocious conditions.
It was all long balls, stray passes, niggly fouls, squandered chances, misfiring moves and mistakes. And it was freezing. It was light years away from the Etihad. It fell well short of the demolition of Derby or the clinical defeats of the Bees and Norwich at home. And it was won with a penalty against the run of play. No one will be celebrating it as a true reflection of the team’s philosophy. Honest Aitor admitted that his side were “lucky”.
And yet, these are exactly the building block battles that get teams promoted.