Daniel Coys and his entourage sat in the best seats in the house and watched the inevitable humiliation play out as predictably as a Mel Blanc classic caper.
By the time the third Brentford goal went in, the stadium was like one of those Wiley E Coyote cartoons where our hero had vanished - bar the cartoonist…
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