I can't believe I am writing these words, but I am glad we didn't stomp our old rivals Brentford at Craven Cottage.
With a bit more luck it could have been more like 4-2 instead of 1-1, but a shaky draw was best for the team. I think the result will dispel any form of false pride, or flimsy confidence, in the face of three crucial games - arguably the most important for the club since they went up to the Premier League in 2001.
It's not that every sinew in my body was not willing Fulham to crush Brentford. I am cursed with a good and vivid memory, which can be painful if you have witnessed the civil war in Angola and Brentford away, in 1992, in one lifetime.
On the latter day my mates and I squeezed in with the Brentford fans at the side of the pitch in the hope of a win to rescue a play off drive.
I shall never forget that day: 4-0 down in the first half - hardly a kick in the other direction - and the gloating Brentford faithful singing around me for what seemed like forever.
Something about walking along, singing a song and doing something on the Fulham once again.
Even so I trade gladly a return thrashing for a bit of a timely wake up from our West London neighbours. True, when the first one went in after just six minutes I thought we were in for a cricket score.
Hope sprang eternal when our three best ball players - Sone Aluko, Ryan Sessegnon and Tom Cariney - floated through the Brentford defence as if the latter were still stuck on the M4.
But the wake up came soon afterwards. Floyd Ayite blasted over a sitter when all he had to do was touch it, a few other regulation shots should have been put away.
Then, there was the penalty - surely, we must be heading for a world record - that again had most in the encouragingly packed Craven Cottage with their heads in their hands. All in all, Fulham players need to grit their teeth tighter and tighter for the next three games of their life.
Sure, they have running, flair , football to burn, but need to foster that cold, killer, instinct to finish off at least two of the three rough, tough, Championship sides we will face in the play offs.
I see this weekend's Sheffield Wednesday game as a fact finding mission, as much as a titanic game. A last chance to probe the weaknesses of a team that is most likely going to find itself at Wembley come the play off final.
I calls for stout hearts, spirit and vigilance. Marcus Bettinelli looks up for it.
For a goalkeeper who could be forgiven for being a bit rusty, after a season on the bench, he has pulled off some fantastic saves. A good mix of maturity beyond his years and the flush of youth that makes it look like he is playing in the optimistic sunshine of August, rather than the spring sunshine of weary legged May when most players are knackered.
So thanks, once again, Brentford for the wake up call you may very well have helped us in the preparation to compete for the richest prize outside the Premier League.
Who knows, Fulham could be walking along, singing a song, come the end of the season.
Chris Bishop is the managing editor of Forbes Africa and follows Fulham from South Africa. You can follow him here: @ChrisBishopZA
