This was a typical blood and thunder London derby with pride and passion in the ascendancy over skill and ability. As it turned out Huddersfield's victory over Port Vale ended our season anyway but it was still a little disappointing not to beat the little club from down the road.

Rangers stuck with the side that won at Swindon last week but we all knew this would be a far more difficult proposition. Brentford came into the game boasting a strike force that had racked up the best part of forty goals between them, somehow! To say that Burgess was poor would be an understatement at best.

Both sides set off at a furious pace and the tackles were flying from the off. It wasn't long before the players started brawling following an attack on Jerome Thomas. After being unceremoniously dumped to the ground the ball got trapped beneath him. Martin Rowlands chose to ignore the referee's whistle and do his own version of the river dance on JT. How he wasn't at least booked was a mystery, a few refs may have even sent him off.

The best chances of the half all seemed to fall at the feet of Ben Burgess. Luckily for us he appeared to have no control of said feet and his finishing was shocking. Almost as bad as his diving ability! When he hit the deck in the box he went down in installments and Mr Foy had little option but to book him. Forbes' challenge wasn't the best but Burgess was halfway down before he arrived.

At the other end Rangers' best chance was a header from Lloyd Owusu that flew just wide of his own goal. Matthew Rose also had his obligatory couple of long-range efforts but once again they had little chance of troubling the keeper. Langley and Foley also went close-ish with long-range free kicks.

The thing that struck me most in the first period was how one-dimensional Brentford were. Every thing seemed to be a long ball pumped at Burgess or Owusu and Palmer and Shittu will cope with that all day long. It was strange as when they actually got the ball down and played they caused problems. I certainly couldn't watch that every week, but I suppose it is a matter of what you're used to.

Half time saw the introduction of Mark McCammon, a man who appears to share a hairdresser with John Shaft. Damn right! Fortunately he appeared to share the finishing ability of Burgess and he also managed to pass up a couple of gilt-edged chances.

He fired in a shot that cannoned back of the post, Evans and Owusu both dived at the ball and the Rangers keeper managed to scramble it round the post. Minutes later McCammon missed a free header from ten yards. He headed the ball into the ground and Evans was able to tip over the bar.

At the other end Thomas tested Paul Smith with a curling effort and Matthew Rose had him scrambling across goal with a drive that just grazed the upright. In the end it looked as though a point was fair but Brentford seemed to be playing for it as they took off a winger and replaced him with a full back with five minutes left.

This was far from a classic and the roughhouse tactics of The Bees didn't help matters. They had clearly taken a decision to kick Jerome Thomas out of the game and referee Foy did precious little to prevent this. As good a player as Thomas is it is bloody difficult to play against three people that all want to kick the crap out of you.

I thought McCammon was lucky not to see red near the end after a terrible challenge on big Dan. As Shittu cleared the ball up field McCammon hit him late on his standing leg and things could have been a lot worse.

So no hope of reaching the play offs and another season in this poxy division to look forward to. Next season we have a great chance of going up through the play offs if not automatically. If a team like Brentford can do it why cant we? If this sounds like a Brentford bashing session it is not meant to. I just can't believe that based on the two games we have had with them this season that they are in the running.

Ron and I were lucky enough to attend the player of the season dinner last night and met with much of the team and staff. Ian Holloway has succeeded in turning a rag tag band of kids and journeymen into a team that we can all be proud of. With Terrell Forbes rightfully being named player of the year our future is looking brighter by the day.