It's nothing to do with spirit, it's happening. Like it always does to us.
It doesn’t ALWAYS happen.
“I feel like the Villa that starts the 2024/25 season will be unrecognisable in the way that a recently relegated team is because it's had to flog all of its stars, the difference being it'll be because we probably won't be able to offer Champions League football.”
“We have totally fucked it now.
We are ten matches from the end of the season and will be playing 30% of those matches without our captain, who plays in a part of the field where we are already decimated.
Not only that, we are playing badly and have been for ages now, just putting in the odd good 45 minutes here and there. Even when we manage a good half we then keep on having an absolute stinker of a second.
We are absolutely fuxked with injuries and have a difficult run in. The next three matches are all tricky, and I can honestly see us losing them all.
I think we will finish sixth, which will be fucking devastating after the expectation of the first two thirds of the season.
Genuinely woke up this morning feeling exactly like I did after that Stoke match, that is how bad this is. Gifting three points to our closest rivals on our own ground and throwing in an eight GD swing.
Fucking hell, I hate football.”
“Yesterday was pretty fucking terrible, and it's gut wrenching to look at the table and see where Spurs are after tonight.
Yeah yeah yeah lots of football to come, but turn the tables around and if we were ahead of them with a game in hand, we'd be cock-a-hoop.
We've absolutely blown it. We're playing poorly, too, at a time when Spurs are starting to fire more consistently.
Gutting.”
From April 2024. We finished fourth.
