Been meaning to write this for some time but now as I wait in the pub prior to another defeat I have finally built up the courage to do so.
I was diagnosed as having PTSD three years ago. after an horrific assault whilst at work. (I'm a prison officer). The details I won't bore you with.
So how do the Villa figure in all this?
Well they're my "old me" time. Away from horrific memories and thoughts, I can just be the old me , prior to my assault. At least what I think the old me was like. Another face in the Holte.
No one judges me and The Holte has become my sanctuary from myself. Even for just 90 minutes. The handshakes when I arrive, from the same old downtrodden faces, a knowing nod and smile from others, the wisecracks, wondering how many we'll lose by,the singing, the passion from us fans. I don't even know most people's names.
On the Holte I'm just a VILLA fan, as I have been ,thanks to my Dad, for over 40 years. Not the broken person I am elsewhere.
As shit as this season has been I'd like to thank you, my fellow Villa fans for being the passionate and proud people you all are. I, at least, appreciate everyone of you from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks for reading and UP THE VILLA.
