I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that match. I took my lad with me and had a proper emotional rollercoaster. Earlier on Saturday I'd had the news my dad had been found dead and was in two minds about whether to go. But figured it would be good for me.
Anyway, Hotlenders in the Sky had me in tears. Silver Lining had me welling up.
The first goal was magic. Their equalizer was a worry. But the fight we showed was perfect. That the Villa feel like we've properly arrived? Priceless.
That goalmouth scramble. That goal. The gutteral roar that came from me was something I never thought I'd hear! The final whistle. Bedlam.
A few points to note.
We have a proper team, all in it together, even the substitutes and substituted were celebrating. That's what wins things.
Welcome back BE.
Keown has long been an Arsenal fan. So fuck him.
Watching the replays of those goals. Beautiful.
Feeling Villa Park like that will stay with me forever.
There was a conversation a couple of weeks ago aboutt the best type of goal. And some said it was the third ina 3-1 win. Now tell me that the last kick winner isn't the best feeling in the world.
Love you all.
