Nathan Caton is one of the most exciting young comedians on the scene.

He started gigging at 19 and has over the last decade established himself as a circuit headliner and a name on TV and radio.

A season ticket holder at the Gtech Community Stadium, Nathan’s first Brentford game was a goalless draw with Rotherham in August 2008.

He’s been hooked ever since.

Okay guys, I have some confessions to make.

Deep breath. Here goes…

1. Sometimes when my wife calls me, instead of just picking up the phone like a good, loving husband, I simply stare at the screen waiting for the call to end.

Then I message her saying something like “Sorry babes. Busy working.” When in fact I’m just playing FIFA on the PlayStation or watching something on Netflix and can’t be bothered to chat.

I’m gonna see her when we’re both home. It can wait, right?

2. There have been times when I’ve been gigging somewhere out of town and one of the other comedians (who has travelled to the gig by train) has asked if they can get a lift back to London, so they are not stranded.

Instead of being a kind-hearted human being, I’ve lied and said that I’m not travelling back home that night and am staying somewhere local that night.

Cut to a few hours later and I’m pulling up outside my home in west London with a smile on my face.

I know that’s wrong, but I can’t be bothered to make conversation with someone else during a long journey home.

I like my post-gig journeys to be in peace and quiet.

And besides, petrol is expensive! You think I’m made of money and can afford route diversions?!

3. Here’s the confession I’m least proud of - meaning that the previous two I’m slightly proud of and will almost certainly do again in the near future.

Before this season started, there was a part of me that thought Brentford would get relegated this season. I may have even said it out loud on a football podcast I appeared on during the summer.

I know. I wanna slap the hell outta me too.

Now, before you go calling me a sell-out or QPR fan in disguise, hear me out.

We all know about the dreaded so-called second-season syndrome. We’ve seen it with the like of Huddersfield, Sheffield United and, if you’re of a similar age, Ipswich Town. Who remembers Marcus Stewart?

Second-season syndrome is REAL!

Yes, I have always believed in the talent and determination of our squad, but something in me thought that the football omens may have called our number.

If I thought we’d get relegated, and then if it happened, I wouldn’t have been as disappointed. Right?

Like I tell the majority of my audiences before I hit the stage, “Please, for your own satisfaction, lower your expectations.”

Fortunately, I appear to know nothing about football. Our team are making me eat more words than a fat kid with a bowl of alphabet spaghetti. 

At the start of the season I was looking at the Championship. I’m now looking at the Europa League like, “Are these guys ready for us?”

I’m looking at FC Midtjylland like, “Yo, what you guys saying for Thursday nights?”

It’s like this team have a precedent for going above and beyond. Taking further leaps when you thought there were none left to be made.

A prime example of this being Matthias Jensen.

I mean, Jensen’s always been a good player, but this season... I don’t know who this guy is, but I like him! His game has come on STRONG!

Is it just experience of that first Premier League season, or playing alongside Christian Eriksen for a few months?

When Eriksen left, many of us Bees fans may have been wondering where our magic and creativity was going to come from. “Do we need to buy a new midfielder? Should we have done more to keep Eriksen?”

Jensen just stepped forward like, “Say no more, Bees fans. Say. No. More.” 

Just look at his performance against Southampton in our last home game. The last time I saw someone pull strings so magnificently, my agent had got me a spot on Mock the Week! 

By the way, anyone else figured out Nathan Jones’ post-match interview from that game?

“Something, something, compromise, something, something, must do better.” Is he a football manager or a marriage counsellor?

Anyway, my point is, to the Brentford team, players and coaching staff, I am SO sorry about my second-season syndrome doubts. I should have known better.

Now, has anyone got some tissue so I can wipe this egg off my face?