Fulham

Harry Wilson scores a brilliant equaliser then misses a sitter for Championship leaders Fulham as they draw at struggling Barnsley.

Neco Williams (Fulham) left footed shot from outside the box is blocked. Attempt blocked. Harry Wilson (Fulham) left footed shot from the right side of the box to the top left corner. Aleksandar Mitrovic (Fulham) header from the centre of the box is just a bit too high. - Shots - Home33% - Possession - 21Gazzaniga - 12Chalobah - 10Cairney It is no excuse for us of course because we have enough chances to score. I'm really proud of the performance the players gave, but it has a bitter taste right now."

Marco Silva's Fulham last suffered defeat away from home at Coventry City at the beginning of November, a run of 12 league games on the road which is, I believe ...

Plaster Robinson’s mugshot across town, muddy his name on social media, he’s a crooked deserter of reasoning and he is the epitome of everything that’s wrong with the EFL’s officiating standards. This is a man that is supposed to be in fine goal-scoring fettle, although his poise and execution was woefully amateurish. We aren’t going to win them all by 7 goals, we’re going to be aggravated by lesser opponents such as the Tykes but in antagonistic storylines, all we have to do is restore parity in the narrative and I guess, in hindsight, our impassive efforts were enough to save face, and a crucial point, on international television. Fulham couldn’t bop the ball across the ligament-severing turf with vitality because there was a flagrant detachment in our approach, a subdued collective slant that was detected and inflamed by the Tykes, who relinquished our muted intensity to hold us at an arm’s length until the closing moments of the encounter. He interlinked effectively, he prevailed in shoulder-to-shoulder tussles, he installed a magnetism within the Whites’ midfield department that was lacking in the first half and he is still exclusively invaluable. Floored in the aftermath, the 34-year-old suffered a stomach-churning gouge to his forehead, a split of flesh that needed immediate attention, but he wasn’t to be discouraged. Replacing a stale Jean Michael Seri at the break, Tom Cairney’s objective was to enliven Fulham’s listless game plan and to his credit, our resident metronome remedied our defectiveness to an extent where even he, a sculptor of opportunity, thrust himself into combat to overturn possession in his team’s favour. A stalwart with an authority to uphold, Tim continued to safeguard and protect selflessly, and in the name of ridding danger and preserving territory in the final few moments of the game, he collided with Domingos Quina to win an aerial ball but subsequently, his efforts were maybe a little too rigorous. As half-time beckoned, Morris could’ve dinked his second of the afternoon, the ball trundled towards the goal-line but as the home support rose to their feet in anticipation, Ream intervened. Full-blooded is one way to put Tim Ream’s performance on Saturday lunchtime and the battle scar he picked up at the death is not for the faint-hearted, either. What I will do, however, is rhapsodise the winger’s gorgeous equaliser, a left-footed, feather-light expulsion that burrowed itself into the back of the bin, defining his acute impression upon proceedings in one simple shift and strike. I like to tackle each game as it comes, but it’s going to take a monumental fuck up for us to fail with 10 games to go, and if a 1-1 draw, away, jolts us back into a comprehensive vain of form at The Hawthorns, I’m sure we can let this very, very minor hiccup slide.