As Villa didn’t have a game on Saturday I put The Jeff Stelling show on TV. Hoping for the teams around us to drop a bollock, and of course small heath NOT to get another flukey one-goal win. Which is EXACTLY what the Scummers did. “Penalty at Birmingham” reported Matt Le Tissier, “but he’s conned the ref a treat, Fahey took a dive and the ref’s pointed to the spot”.
So now along with being jammy small heath have started cheating. Naturally the 45th minute penalty was the only score in a dire match against Wigan. I’m telling ya now……..next season these flukey pricks are going to be found out. They have had 10 years luck in one season, the fuckers.

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OK, let’s get one thing straight from the start – I CANNOT understand how anyone can go to Wembley, spend a shitload of cash, watch their team lose and then say “it was a great day out”
Watching Aston Villa lose is NOT ” a great day out” for fuck sake. There is FUCK ALL great about losing in ANY match to ManUreScum, let alone a cup final. So if you’re one of the happy campers that had a “great day” watching us lose…………I despair.

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The day started off well enough – our little mob of 4 adults, 3 teenagers and a nipper were on the coaches nice and early and away from B6 just after 9am. Good craic all the way down, and an early start on the hip-flasks of brandy (just the adults of course!). The convoy pulled in at a motorway service station (I know not where) and we went for a walk. It was inside the shops I spotted former Villa keeper Jim Cumbes. I introduced myself and my son, and Jim was superb. He spent almost 15 minutes talking with us about the days game and his career at B6, all whilst waiting for Frank Carrodus to get back from the bog! When they both left I kicked myself as I forgot to get a picture, and I had a camera in me pocket! What a pillock.

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About 3 miles from the Stadium we hit the usual traffic jam.
No problem thinks I…….since they rebuilt Wembley and spent all that money, there’s NO way the car park was going to be the same as in ’94, ’96 and 2000. Surely someone would have incorporated more than one way in and one way out?
Did they fuck. Wembley car/coach park is still the same bottleneck it’s always been. An absolute joke for what is supposedly the National stadium.
But never mind, things can only improve……….or so we thought

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By the time we got off the coach it was windy and starting to piss down, so instead of wandering around the shit hole that is Brent we decided to have a beer in the ground. Not a great choice. Once again, our so-called national stadium fell on it’s arse when it came to catering. Hardly anyone serving spoke English for a start. My mate Big Red Finley approached a kiosk and asked if they had any El Cid;
“No, only bottled lager here, but try at the larger kiosk about 50 feet further on”, which we did. We asked a dude behind the counter if they had cider and he nodded.
When it was our turn, Donaldo ordered 4 El Cids……..only to be told “no cider, only lager”. What a fucking joke. I then saw a guy with bitter……”So you’ve got bitter then?”
“yes” she replied
“But you said only lager?”
She shrugged her shoulders and looked a bit embarrassed.
The bitter was acceptable, but the lager was fucking atrocious. Still, not to worry eh? Those football supporter types will drink anything.
Wembley tossers.

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Onto the match…..and I’ve got to be honest – I didn’t even think about Vidic getting a red card, I was just delirious that we’d taken the lead at such an early stage. Along with the fact that Shrek was only on the bench we all thought things were going superbly. Then the luck ran out. Dunney made a slip, and in putting it right his tremendous tackle rolled the ball to Golden Bollocks Owen who made no mistake. Our lead had lasted all of seven minutes. Not surprisingly, Golden Bollocks went off injured before half time and was replaced by Shrek. Just what we didn’t need.
We got to the break still level and it had been fairly even. So it was downstairs for some overpriced slops and a queue for a slash before getting back just as the game restarted.
Unfortunately Villa just didn’t look like scoring, whereas the RedFilth hit the woodwork twice before that ugly bastard Shrek headed the Cockney Mancs in front with 15 minutes left. I think we all knew at this point it wasn’t to be our day……compounded when we went close and the ball bounced onto the bar and out. Villa grafted but we just weren’t good enough. Can’t fault the lads for effort though, and the fans were tremendous.

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Which is more than I can say for the Pride of South Wales. I left as soon as the final whistle went, and headed out to find Coach 19. Didn’t want to see Shrek and his pals celebrating. I was astounded to see how many of the scumbag manure fans, in their Norwich scarves, were also outside – at the very time their club were lifting the trophy. These glory hunting pricks don’t give a flying fuck about winning the League Cup, which makes it all the more galling to lose to ‘em. To put the tin hat on the day, Big Red Finley lost one of his daughters but thankfully she was found half an hour later……….by which time our coach had travelled approximately 40 feet across the fuck up of a car park.

So in summation:

Fans – excellent
Team – good
Result – shit
Wembley – wank

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A pointless England game tonight against Egypt, and for the last week or so everyone has been debating who’ll get the left back spot since Cashley Cellphone – Rectum – Cole is injured. In the frame are Steven Warnock and Baines from Everton. I just got in from work, put ITV on, and saw that Baines has got the nod. Quelle surpreeeze. I turned it off. OK I know Warnock might get the second half but what the fuck………even Walcott is playing at right midfield. Ashley Young is better than Schoolboy Features and he hasn’t even made the squad. Anyway, Villa have a shitload of fixtures upcoming so leaving our players out of pointless friendlies is a blessing really.

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And that’s it for now. I fully expect Villa to do the business at Reading on Sunday and give us another trip to Wembley. Oh, whoop-de-doo.