Purchased the tickets for the Swansea game yesterday.First league game since we beat Newcastle 1-0 to send them down.
I am as mad for it as ever I have been. Makes no difference to me really if we are shite, which we are as often as not, or if we are brilliant which is an extreme rarity. I have been swallowed whole by Aston Villa and life without them would be meaningless.My only fear is not relegation or being bought up by Carson Yeung, it is some twat moving the club to the M6 M42 junction or somewhere similar. I stand (I do stand most of the time) where my grandfather stood on the Holte End, my sons and my grandsons will stand where I stand. Having the worst manager in the known universe or losing all the games in a season pale into insignificance to those kind of feelings.I think this manager is the real deal. I think this is the new dawn not the false dawn of O'Neill's perfidy.I forgot. I never want them to play in any other colours.
Great post Brian.Partly due to Uncle Frank, being born in Aston and my Dad forever waxing lyrical about Pongo Waring et al, my brother taking me to matches when kids could get in at half time for free and waxing lyrical about Gerry Hitchens, I feel there could never have been any other team for me. I remember being so proud of our history when I was growing up - and still am. So glad I was around to see us become the best team in England and win the European Cup. My son now goes when he can and my nephew started taking his 8 year old last season. The family links with the Villa continue. My brother even forgave me for missing his wedding and going to watch Villa play against Cardiff at Ninian Park in 1968 when I was 14. A bit extreme to some folk perhaps, but the Villa mean so much to me; always have and always will.UTV!
Last few season seeing players like Milner, Barry, Young and co moving on and football was dull. I lost interest as I discovered salsa.
Quote from: Salsa Party Animal on September 24, 2012, 06:52:29 PMLast few season seeing players like Milner, Barry, Young and co moving on and football was dull. I lost interest as I discovered salsa. Salsa or having to endure Ivanhoe's constant falling down routine - why didn't I think of that.