Horrible fans. Every time they scored their fans ran towards the Villa fans in the lower North looking for trouble. The sooner that club are relegated back to where they belong the better.
Quote from: saunders_heroes on January 31, 2014, 01:37:44 PMHorrible fans. Every time they scored their fans ran towards the Villa fans in the lower North looking for trouble. The sooner that club are relegated back to where they belong the better. Worse than small heath for that. And a lot of them were proper 30+ year old blokes, not kids. Even running from the back of the stand to join in the rush towards us. A rush it should be added that was so intent on reaching us that a few stewards stopped them with relative ease. Sad twats.
Quote from: PeterWithesShin on January 31, 2014, 01:42:53 PMQuote from: saunders_heroes on January 31, 2014, 01:37:44 PMHorrible fans. Every time they scored their fans ran towards the Villa fans in the lower North looking for trouble. The sooner that club are relegated back to where they belong the better. Worse than small heath for that. And a lot of them were proper 30+ year old blokes, not kids. Even running from the back of the stand to join in the rush towards us. A rush it should be added that was so intent on reaching us that a few stewards stopped them with relative ease. Sad twats. Spot on. Their fans seemed so bitter and angry. Decades of pent-up frustration of looking up at the Villa with envious eyes. Jealousy is horrible thing. It was mighty fine watching their fans stream out at the end with their tails firmly lodged in between their legs.
Quote from: saunders_heroes on January 31, 2014, 01:58:17 PMQuote from: PeterWithesShin on January 31, 2014, 01:42:53 PMQuote from: saunders_heroes on January 31, 2014, 01:37:44 PMHorrible fans. Every time they scored their fans ran towards the Villa fans in the lower North looking for trouble. The sooner that club are relegated back to where they belong the better. Worse than small heath for that. And a lot of them were proper 30+ year old blokes, not kids. Even running from the back of the stand to join in the rush towards us. A rush it should be added that was so intent on reaching us that a few stewards stopped them with relative ease. Sad twats. Spot on. Their fans seemed so bitter and angry. Decades of pent-up frustration of looking up at the Villa with envious eyes. Jealousy is horrible thing. It was mighty fine watching their fans stream out at the end with their tails firmly lodged in between their legs. One thing I have noticed about their support in the past two seasons is that they're a lot more arrogant/cocky/up for it walking down Witton Lane beforehand. They've started to believe their own hype.
Quote from: QBVILLA on January 31, 2014, 08:47:37 AMQuote from: Legion on January 31, 2014, 08:03:03 AM1983.Was that game 3-3 at half time as well? Memory may be playing tricks on me as I saw it on video years ago, was there a Brendan Ormsby goal?Pretty sure Brendan got the winner
Quote from: Legion on January 31, 2014, 08:03:03 AM1983.Was that game 3-3 at half time as well? Memory may be playing tricks on me as I saw it on video years ago, was there a Brendan Ormsby goal?
1983.
From where I was in the upper Holte, they were "vociferous" at 0-2 but not so much at 1-2 and definitely not at 4-3
Their support was shit. Lots of noise when 1 and 2 up (not surprisingly) and then nothing when we made it 2-1 onwards until their third. And then fuck all once we were ahead again. They knew what they were for all of 8 minutes and then conveniently forgot the words to that song for the next 80 minutes. Must be really hard for them to have their dreams and aspirations of finishing above us fading. Even more so to realise what they actually are, always have been, and always will be.
Putting myself in their shoes, it must be infuriating to have played us twice this year, gone 2 up inside 12 minutes at home, and then 2 up inside 8 minutes away from home, only to wind up taking 1 point from 6.It's almost like they have some form of cultural cringe going on, where all their insecurity kicks in and they go to pieces with the excitement of taking something from the big club up the road.