I woke early on Saturday, I'd decided I didn't want to spend £50+ on train fare and ticket despite the mid-week win. I was overcome with a sense of happiness, not by the thought that we may now be on a good run of victories, but that we might lose and that would be the back of Bruce. For the first time in almost 60 years I was looking forward to losing! I know, it doesn't make sense!
But when news of the wonder goal came through and we were back in the game, I was overcome with a sense of dreed. I know, it doesn't make sense!
Luckily Bruce, for the first time ever made me happy! Wednesday went back in front, I know, it doesn't make sense!
I can't tell you how happy I felt at the end, my wife was convinced we must have won and said "petty you didn't go" she still thinks we must have won despite me telling, through a smile, that we lost!! I know, it doesn't make sense!
I was so convinced that Bruce would be gone I have spent every waking hour looking out for the official notice that "Bruce has gone". But here we are three days off the next match and no news and it looks like Bruce will be in charge on Friday, I know, it doesn't make sense!
So I'll wake on Friday but will I be able, for the second time in 60 odd years be wishing for a loss? I don't think I can, I know, It doesn't make sense!
I'll more than likely spend the weekend in a state of depression, luckily for the wife she will be away visiting friends. The cats will be confused they don't normally hide till 3pm on Saturday, I'm convinced now that the new owners are convinced that they have to stick with Bruce, as someone else said he has the knack of pulling out a run when the heat is on him, we will be tempted by the possibility of the play-offs until it is all too late. But maybe it's the lot of being a Villa fan! why do we put our selves through it? I know, it doesn't make sense!!!