Well, that was about as poor as it gets for me.
Yet again, we kept possession, passed it around a lot and basically created next to nothing.
A measly one shot on goal sums us up and says all we need to know.
The really disappointing thing is we weren’t playing one of the top teams. This was Leicester City, who while they’re on a decent run at the moment are still bottom of the table.
Still, Leicester should be feeling pretty good after this game, as they’re only 5 points behind us and the way we’re playing lately, we look eminently catchable.
Looking at that same table, we’re only 3 points above the relegation places.
Are those of you who think we’re going to end up mid-table still feeling comfortable? I’m not.
And then look at the current form table. We’re bottom with 3 draws and 3 defeats and when you consider who we’ve played in the last 4 games, that makes me even more uncomfortable.
It occurred to me during the game that Paul Faulkner said that Randy Lerner watches every Villa game and I found myself wondering if that was really true. If it is, what on earth must he be thinking?
If I, as a rabid Villa fan for far too many years find us incredibly hard to watch, surely he must be bored witless?
You’ll probably notice that I’ve hardly mentioned the game.
That’s because there’s very little to talk about, yet another red card apart and the scary fact that Leicester fully deserved their win.
When will this tedium end? is the question I keep asking myself.
Please Lerner, just do something. Anything: as it surely can’t be worse than the utter rubbish that we’re having to endure at the moment.
I’m beginning to think it might be better for us to actually go down attacking, as opposed to this death of a thousand misplaced passes, which I suspect will see us struggling anyway. And I don’t recall ever thinking that before.
I won’t even mention that even a lowly club like Leicester can afford a £9 million striker and the wages that entails. Yet we apparently can’t?.
Open your wallet Lerner and get us some quality before it’s too late.
Fat chance, I suppose.