I’ve remarked on various times that I famously know fuck all about football. I’m not actually sure I learned anything today either, so instead of anything remotely resembling genuine football analysis, I’m just going to say that we shit on the Villa.
I don’t want to understate this, nor suggest that Aston Villa are the Ivan Drago of the Premier League, but if the Villa fans were Russians at the end of Rocky IV, they’d have been shouting for Southampton in the last few minutes of the game.
Things looked promising even as Pelle’s effort found the back of the net and was ruled offside. Saints were utterly electric, up for it, and we had one of those periods where everything just went for us. Or alternatively, one of our players broke a world record for a top-flight hat-trick.
On the 27th minute, some Villa fans started streaming out of the stadium. To be fair to their crowd that stayed in place, they enjoyed themselves and created a second half entertainment extravaganza consisting of congas, fancy dress, and people in fat suits. It’s possibly the only time that I’ve sung “you fat bastard” without a shred of guilt.
It’s perhaps a hallmark of being a Saints fan that at 5-1, just after Villa scored their consolation goal, I was thinking “don’t fuck it up, Saints”. Old habits die hard, I guess.