Because I have seen more change than many others I probably feel it more acutely but the present malaise through the club from the owner right down to the performances on the pitch seems rooted in the relationship which the club now has with its supporters.Most areas of leisure and entertainment have been affected by american style marketing, detrimentally in my opinion. Football is no different and I think Villa is probably more typical than most of the effects of marketing of the game as a"product" because we are owned by an American and the people he has chosen to run the club reflect his ideas and his business background.In short, we, the fans, have become regarded as a crop to be harvested. Money was put into the club by the present owner when he bought it from his predecessor and that capital investment was it. A farmer spends money on seed corn and fertilizer then stands back and awaits results. If the crop is patchy, he puts down a bit more seed or a bit more fertilizer and awaits the harvest.Everything I see at Villa these days makes me feel less like a lifelong fan and more like a unit of consumption. I hate the endless mail shots to my home trying to sell me over priced tat. I hate the cost of the drinks. I hate cost of the food and its quality. I hate the cost of the programme and its banal content. I hate the volume of the public address system. I hate the stupid music played on the public address system. I do not want a flag. I do not want a scarf. I hate the stupid, deafening demands over the public address system to "get behind the lads in claret and blue". I hate the bloody stupid flag waving over the players. I hate the daft and meaningless giant plastic ball racing at half time. I hate the instant public address system at the full time whistle advertising programmes for sale or upcoming games when I want to cheer or applaud players who have done well. I hate the boring cliches which we are fed by successive managers about bad performances. I hate players who are playing badly feeding puffs to the tabloids in order to polish their own tarnished reputations on the advice of their agents. I hate the wall of silence which surrounds the club on matters which really are important to us like are we going to buy in players or not, what exactly is wrong with Richard Dunne, why is Ron Vlaar out for twelve games and counting, what is happening to Makoun, why did we roll over and let Martin O'Neill take us to the cleaners, why does Paul Lambert look so bored every time we take a battering. The list of things a loyal fans wants to know goes on and on but all we get are free flags and adverts for upcoming games.I want to get back to the way it used to be when we were a family, a tribe, an army of claret and blue who just wanted to see games of football on our ground in Aston. A family with an unbreakable, unshakeable bond with each other and the club, not a herd of flag waving, brain dead consumers to be sold rubbish (including the football) and to keep coming back regardless of how we feel about the treatment we get.
As others have said he game is changing and we need to keep up or risk being left behind.
The time to despair is when we have music after a goal.
Quote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:17:08 PMThe time to despair is when we have music after a goal.We had that once, about five years ago.There was so much uproar, they stopped it. It was horrendous.
Quote from: pauliewalnuts on January 10, 2013, 02:22:20 PMQuote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:17:08 PMThe time to despair is when we have music after a goal.We had that once, about five years ago.There was so much uproar, they stopped it. It was horrendous.I don't remember that. What was it?
Quote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:26:27 PMQuote from: pauliewalnuts on January 10, 2013, 02:22:20 PMQuote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:17:08 PMThe time to despair is when we have music after a goal.We had that once, about five years ago.There was so much uproar, they stopped it. It was horrendous.I don't remember that. What was it?I think it was - and, seriously, I am not making this up, it happened - Chelsea Dagger by the Fratellis.
It's only natural, as we get older, to look back fondly on days of yore. The difficult bit is to work out how much of it is you changing, and how much is the world around you moving on, as it always does. In this case it's probably 50/50, we look back fondly on our younger days and our memories conveniently block out all the crap bits, and then look at all the crap bits of today and gloss over the improvements.Football, like almost everything else, is expensive, over commercialised and increasingly cynical both on and off the pitch. It will take a shift in society as a whole before football does anything to rein thing in, there's just too much money involved.
Quote from: pauliewalnuts on January 10, 2013, 02:27:07 PMQuote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:26:27 PMQuote from: pauliewalnuts on January 10, 2013, 02:22:20 PMQuote from: Clampy on January 10, 2013, 02:17:08 PMThe time to despair is when we have music after a goal.We had that once, about five years ago.There was so much uproar, they stopped it. It was horrendous.I don't remember that. What was it?I think it was - and, seriously, I am not making this up, it happened - Chelsea Dagger by the Fratellis.Oh dear, i'm glad i can't remember it. That's what they play for the pissed up revellers at the darts nowdays.
I don't think there's been a conscious decision not to do it any more, we just don't score any goals at home!