Review

Miserable, gloomy Middlesbrough. To those that ventured t'north to witness Fulham's 0-0 draw with Middlesbrough, I salute you. With very little to shout about, the Whites somehow cancelled out Boro's 1-man advantage to scurry back down south with a hard-earned point.

Three points in the bag, but that was frantic, nail biting stuff. Luton Town travelled south, kind of, and gave Scott Parker's lads a fright and it's not even Halloween yet. Straining to save the ghoulish cliches for a later date, our visitors were armed with a spirit (not the poltergeist kind), an ambition and a dozen rancid eggs for lobbing.

Ah, disappointment, you weren't gone for long. Sammy James called it before the international break, Fulham's deflating 2-0 loss against Stoke City was written on the walls, right from the moment the season's schedule was released. That has to be the most Championship result you could ever get. Bottom of the league, bereft of confidence, smash and grab another victory from a promotion hopeful.

Better late than never. To those that ventured to the Old Suffolk Punch after Fulham's dramatic 2-2 draw against Charlton Athletic, thank you for making it a momentous afternoon that we at Fulhamish will never forget. Here's to another 200 episodes and, perhaps, another live recording with familiar faces, legendary guests and plenty of beer - or Aperol Spritz, if you're Collins and Betts.

That wasn't a result 4 every1, but if you were a Fulham fan that witnessed the brutal Berkshire bloodbath, I guarantee it was an occasion that stimulated the mind, body and soul. After the unjust Play-Off semi-final heartache of 2017, that was heartily refreshing to say the least.

Friday evenings under the lights by the Thames are beautiful anyway, but a night in the radiance of SW6 with 3 hard-earned points in pocket? That's the stuff of dreams, and I mean risque ones, too. Curbing the smut, Fulham thankfully atoned for their previous insufficient performances by downing an animated Wigan Athletic 2-0, an outing that exposed emotions we'd forget we even had.

Gutless. A consecutive weekend blighted by a complacent, abject final ten minutes from Fulham. Three points, scuppered. Accumulators, sabotaged. A victory away from home against Garry Monk's Sheffield Wednesday, face down in the water after taking our foot off the gas once more.

Before the whistle, if you'd said to me that Fulham would draw 1-1 against Slaven Bilic's West Bromwich Albion, I would have taken it without question. From such a commanding position, though, our draw against the Baggies feels exactly like another damning defeat.