It wasn't really a great day on all fronts. I've been leaning on Villa to prop my mental health up, but this run is hard to explain. What with Emery's much-vaunted attention to detail and planning, I'd assumed this sort of run, where we've played seemingly without a hope, would be a one-off at best or something to be fixed at half time.
It's come to something when Dave, normally so controlled in these circumstances, goes "Grrr". I'd be gnawing the leg off the kitchen chair if I had to write about last night.