Villa 1-6 Man City. Jan 12th.
Hmm. A 6-1 thrashing at home, how do you go about describing that without breaking down in tears? The only saving grace was that if Man City had played to their potential it’d have been double figures but they eased off in the second half, their work done by the break when they were already four goals to the good.
I think what galls me most is the excuse that since this was Man City, a defeat was expected so we shouldn’t get too hung up about it. Well, I do get hung up about it when 40,000 Villa supporters turn up to watch their team surrender, to wave the white flag the moment the first goal goes in and to allow their opposition to showboat without receiving so much as a tackle. We knew that we were likely to get beaten but at least make a fist of it, at least show some professional pride, but our heads dropped before Man City’s players even got a sweat on and that’s unforgivable.
Aguero scored a hat-trick to become the Premier League’s leading scorer in history, his third goal gifted by a pantomime pass from Konsa, his second could have been saved too if Nyland’s wrists weren’t made of jelly and even his first was gift wrapped as our defenders cleared a path for City’s attack. I forget who scored the others for them, I couldn’t care less, only the very last kick of the game saw a Villa goal, a penalty from El Ghazi generously awarded by a sympathetic referee.
Not a single player came out with any credit, not one, but rotten fruit in particular needs throwing at Danny Drinkwater who stank Villa Park out with the worst debut in living memory. He was slow, ponderous, out of shape and out of his depth, he only gets a mark out of ten for putting his kit on the right way round. This defeat leaves us in the relegation zone and on recent form it’s a place we’re likely to remain until May.
I think what galls me most is the excuse that since this was Man City, a defeat was expected so we shouldn’t get too hung up about it. Well, I do get hung up about it when 40,000 Villa supporters turn up to watch their team surrender, to wave the white flag the moment the first goal goes in and to allow their opposition to showboat without receiving so much as a tackle. We knew that we were likely to get beaten but at least make a fist of it, at least show some professional pride, but our heads dropped before Man City’s players even got a sweat on and that’s unforgivable.
Aguero scored a hat-trick to become the Premier League’s leading scorer in history, his third goal gifted by a pantomime pass from Konsa, his second could have been saved too if Nyland’s wrists weren’t made of jelly and even his first was gift wrapped as our defenders cleared a path for City’s attack. I forget who scored the others for them, I couldn’t care less, only the very last kick of the game saw a Villa goal, a penalty from El Ghazi generously awarded by a sympathetic referee.
Not a single player came out with any credit, not one, but rotten fruit in particular needs throwing at Danny Drinkwater who stank Villa Park out with the worst debut in living memory. He was slow, ponderous, out of shape and out of his depth, he only gets a mark out of ten for putting his kit on the right way round. This defeat leaves us in the relegation zone and on recent form it’s a place we’re likely to remain until May.
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