About

I'm a passionate, Aston Villa fan. No judgement. Funny thing is about football, all you ever do is judge. Judge other fans, your own fans, that w*nker down the pub, arm-chair fans, sons of preacher men...You hate people who disagree with you and love people that share your views and these 'people' can be the same person; such is passion I suppose. I went to a game once, at Wembley, Aston Villa v Chelsea, FA Cup semi-final. It was a glorious day and the streets around Wembley were suitably packed to the rafters. Beer was flowing and the tension and atmosphere was building. By which I mean, there was a lot of drunk men, gagging for a bit of action. So, following drunk rationale, the punters inside the pub decided that the people outside the pub were bad. They may have been jealous that those who had arrived late were actually benefiting drinking in the sunshine instead of cramped into a tiny pub. They may have been jealous that they had more room to dance and be merry. This was no one sided thing for the people outside the pub were building a growing hatred towards the people inside the pub. For they had TV's, they were near the bar and, more importantly, they were King of the Toilets. A Battle Of Glasses ensued with glasses and bottle and possibly peanuts being launched to and fro between the inside and outside fronts. Before I continue, let me just add that all these men were Villa fans. All on the same side, all supporting the same team, same cause. After about 10 minutes, it fell silent apart from the growing noise of a car, honking it's horn. People had filled this road and the driver was a busy bee. He had no time for drunken loons blocking his path. Anyway, this driver continued, ploughing people out of the way, Chelsea flag billowing out of the window. People put down their bottles, stopped their arm-wrestling and wiped glass out of their eyes to gaze in utter confusion as this Chelsea car slowly making it's way through a sea of riled up, bamboozled Villa fans. The driver continued on smugly until something happened to wipe the smile from his face. The traffic lights turned red and he was trapped. You can only imagine what happened. The best bit was when a police officer approached him and the foolish driver started wailing for help. All the policeman had to say to him was, 'You had it coming, son.' And, with a pat on the bonnet he disappeared into the crowds. Some say he was Jesus, the Messiah. After seeing the scoreline however, I was not convinced.