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99/00: Reports:
FA Carling Premiership, 5/2/00
Aston Villa
versus
Watford
That sinking feeling
By Asher Peters
It was to be, probably, my last game attended straight from Leicester
(thanks very much to the East Midlands Hornets and particularly the
Moores), and initially it felt like a change from the usual. A chip
butty instead of a pie, home fans that actually sing, the possibility of
a result given we'd played alternately poorly and then well since the FA
Cup game, and a television screen actually showing the match. But the
butty was covered in flour that went everywhere. And the home fans soon
gave up singing. And the sequence of form was broken by a Birmingham
side as it had been started by one. And the telly screen, well, they're
just annoying anyway. And then the tannoy played "Baby, One More Time", and interrupted it to
announce Gareth Southgate was player of the month, which I was much less
interested in hearing.
So I felt like the slippery slope to defeat started at kick off rather
than half time. Although we were competing with a somewhat disinterested
Villa side, their star players rather subdued, the dire quality of the
game seemed to be more a reflection of their lack of motivation rather
than our toughness. They settled for forcing endless right-wing corners,
doing the same back-post routine with each, just to show us how easy
they felt we'd be to beat. Our width was customarily non-existent,
neither Easton or Cox looking at all suited to their role. Nothing was
actually happening of note, but it still felt like we were slipping
behind more and more.
At halftime I met some friends I hadn't realised were going. Steve and
James were wondering who we'd bring on; Danny was eating a hotdog.
Consumption rather than contemplation offered contentment, so I spent
the rest of the break wondering how they could have watered down a
sealed carton of Ribena.
After a minute's play we could have gone home. The throw-in looked to
have been taken both by the wrong team and from the wrong place, and the
linesman seemed to agree with us, but Villa played on and scored
nonetheless. We do seem to get a lot of these injustices against us, and
maybe the game would have been different had this one been corrected,
but it feels pathetic to be bleating about such things when we are in
such a clearly inferior position. Either way we did not have to wait
long for the next one, Stone blocking a through ball with his hands in
front of his chest and giving it to Merson. Then I was happy we had
stayed. Merson's chip from the edge of the area, for all that Day might
have been a little far out, was sublime. It just floated and floated, so
slowly it would have seemed like slow motion even if my brain was not
slowing it down anyway, to signify the end of our hopes this seas.. er,
game.
Of our returning players, Kennedy looked hopelessly unfit for a half,
though Smart looked almost his old self and his skill at holding the
ball up may yet be a useful foil for Helguson. Wooter came on later and
continued to seem like an unbelievable soap opera character, so locked
into his stereotype. He frightens defences, and opposing fans, but we
all know he will not deliver the final ball needed. Still, with Gibbs,
perpetually above criticism, overlapping him he was forced to lay the
ball off and the veteran's crosses seemed our main threat. Helguson was
hearteningly annoyed to scoop over a snap-shot, and several headers and
edge of the area drives might have tested James more, but the number of
Villa's goals was the key detail the game had left to offer. There were
two, a stylish volley from Merson and a barely flicked header from a
Villa youngster, brought on just to rub it in, probably. This last was
particularly depressing, given we had had a period of pressure, but the
instant they broke away I'd have put my house on a goal being scored. It
all just seems inevitable, no matter who we play and how we do it.
What's left? Either a tag of 'the new Swindon', or a couple of famous
victories and maybe even a major, major shock. When hope goes in
football, though, even if only in the context of a season, that's when
it breaks your heart. So let's keep singing, please.
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