Watford 3-0 Villa. Dec 28th.
‘Three Is The Magic Number’ once sang De La Soul. Not this Christmas it ain’t, not if you’re a Villa supporter.
At the beginning of the Christmas programme we faced three games against the only three clubs that were below us. We ‘amassed’ just three points and conceded three goals in the third match (and the first for that matter). I haven’t checked but I wouldn’t be surprised if we crossed the halfway line only three times in the three games combined, we were beyond woeful in each but reserved our worst performance for today, at Vicarage Road, where Watford gubbed us 3-0. We really are staring down the relegation barrel now.
The first half saw us muster one attempt at goal, a Wesley header excellently saved, the second saw us manage no attempts worthy of the name, despite playing most of it against ten men after they’d had a player ordered off. We were 1-0 down by then, a Troy Deeley goal, the renowned Birmingham City supporting scorer not tarrying to goad the away support. After an hour, he had the chance to give us the large one again after converting a penalty ludicrously conceded by a Luiz push, referees don’t take kindly to inexplicable shoulder barges in the box. That was 2-0 and the ten men notched another near the end with our lot having thrown the towel in long since. It was as gutless a performance as you could wish not to see, horrible from beginning to end.
The knives are out for manager Dean Smith and he’s certainly culpable in some measure but the players have to take a long hard look at themselves. Brainless dithering cost us the first goal, dunderheaded defending the second and complete disinterest the third. Lansbury cares more about his hair and tattoos than his football, Wesley couldn’t trouble a defence made up of manikins, Targett gets whipped more times than a racehorse and Trezeguet couldn’t tackle a fish supper. We are so poor at the moment that we needn’t bother fielding a team, we should just issue a letter of resignation at 2:55pm. Things have GOT to change, whether that’s changing the manager is a moot point, even Klopp would struggle to get a tune out of this shower.
Boooooo!
At the beginning of the Christmas programme we faced three games against the only three clubs that were below us. We ‘amassed’ just three points and conceded three goals in the third match (and the first for that matter). I haven’t checked but I wouldn’t be surprised if we crossed the halfway line only three times in the three games combined, we were beyond woeful in each but reserved our worst performance for today, at Vicarage Road, where Watford gubbed us 3-0. We really are staring down the relegation barrel now.
The first half saw us muster one attempt at goal, a Wesley header excellently saved, the second saw us manage no attempts worthy of the name, despite playing most of it against ten men after they’d had a player ordered off. We were 1-0 down by then, a Troy Deeley goal, the renowned Birmingham City supporting scorer not tarrying to goad the away support. After an hour, he had the chance to give us the large one again after converting a penalty ludicrously conceded by a Luiz push, referees don’t take kindly to inexplicable shoulder barges in the box. That was 2-0 and the ten men notched another near the end with our lot having thrown the towel in long since. It was as gutless a performance as you could wish not to see, horrible from beginning to end.
The knives are out for manager Dean Smith and he’s certainly culpable in some measure but the players have to take a long hard look at themselves. Brainless dithering cost us the first goal, dunderheaded defending the second and complete disinterest the third. Lansbury cares more about his hair and tattoos than his football, Wesley couldn’t trouble a defence made up of manikins, Targett gets whipped more times than a racehorse and Trezeguet couldn’t tackle a fish supper. We are so poor at the moment that we needn’t bother fielding a team, we should just issue a letter of resignation at 2:55pm. Things have GOT to change, whether that’s changing the manager is a moot point, even Klopp would struggle to get a tune out of this shower.
Boooooo!
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