When The Fat Lady Sings
When The Fat Lady Sings
Last week when results at the bottom went in our favour. I was reliably informed by all sections of the media, particularly after our great point at Anfield, that all we needed were a couple of points and we would be safe. It was still mathematically possible we could go down of course though unlikely. Reassured, I felt safe to leave my TV screen in the knowledge that the Premier League awaited us next season. When Wigan beat Man Utd that forecast changed to one where we had to be careful and not take our foot of the proverbial gas, which we promptly did at Old Trafford, to the motley tune of 4-0. After that game the prediction had changed again to one in which Big Eck stated that every game until the end of the season was now a 'cup final.'
Thus, the biggest week in our recent history now awaits. I don't quite trust QPR to be as terrible as I hope them to be and Bolton have shown tremendous team spirit so it looks like we might need a couple of points or, heaven forbid, a win if we are to stay up. That six point gap on the bottom three, if results went against us, could rapidly vanish and having recently watched our young gun midfield host a champagne and red carpet reception for Paul Scholes I am starting to threat. As I do, the big question I am left with is this: Which Aston Villa will turn up for those 'cup finals?
On Sunday the same team who turned out against Spurs away, Swansea, Man Utd and Liverpool at home reared its ugly head again, led by a manager who looked like he couldn't motivate a National Lottery jackpot winner. This is not the team who dug out a 93rd minute winner against Fulham or valiantly took on Liverpool at Anfield. Neither was it the team who should have found a winner against Stoke. It wasn't even the team who came back brilliantly against QPR to claim a point. It was 'ten men behind the ball' Villa. It was 'knock it on for the quick fella up front' Villa. 'Depressing Villa,' whichever one it was.
The next game is by no means easier. Although the MON bubble has burst it will be charged game on Saturday, for obvious reasons. The idea of a MON led Sunderland nicking a winner and sticking it to us does as we slide toward the relegation zone does not bare thinking about. More over, if Bolton and Blackburn were to win this weekend and we were to loose or draw then the Bolton game becomes gigantic. Such is life at the bottom of the Barclays Premier League.
If the players think we're in a dog fight now they should look no further than No.19 for more inspiration. As Stan Petrov undergoes treatment for Leukaemia we urge the players to model the strength and courage shown by our captain in taking the fight onto the pitch; in honouring the history of this great club as they wear the Claret and Blue. In doing so they should forget the name on the back of the shirt and focus on the badge on the front. Aston Villa Football Club lads, in case you'd forgotten or as Delia Smith so eloquently put it: 'Let's be 'aving you.'
In the end, should the spirit of No.19 not materialise I have a feeling that our game in hand, our goal difference and other results will save us in but one cannot rest on one's laurels. Providence and fate cannot be relied upon because as we all know in cliché world, it is not over until the fat lady sings. In the meantime, while we wait for her to wobble over and warble, if you have a voice and you care about the Claret and Blue there are tickets available for Saturday's game. Time to speak or forever hold your peace.
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