Aston Villa 3-1 Blackburn Rovers
I sat in the north stand upper, in the same seat that I'd sat in for the past three seasons and this was the first time I'd reached my seat with butteflies of excitement. When the bells started ringing and Stan lead the team out I realised why I loved the Villa, which is too hard to put into words. Isn't that what love is? When you can't explain why you love them, because you just do. I stood and applauded the team, my eyes fixed on the tunnel waiting for McLeish's arrival. I knew what I was going to do, that was to clap the loudest of the stadium and make sure that he knew that I backed him. I doubt that one though. It was a sight that I haven't seen at Villa Park in a while, Villa fans united. For once, everyone one stood together clapping as McLeish made that minute walk to the dugout. I was touched and you don't often here me say that.
Of course, it wasn't just about McLeish's reception, there were eleven vital players on the pitch that would be able to ensure that when the final whistle blew the manager would still get an ovation. As hoped, the boys did the business. An encouraging performance full of energy and attack in the first half, and a stable second half gifted Aston Villa and Big Eck's first three points of the season, lifting us to the top of the Barclays Premier League; well aty least for twelve or so hours.
As he took two strides to the left, he fired the bullet.
Blackburn were dead.
(Molly's Note: After watching Match of the Day last night I realised it was Stan Petrov who's shot feel to Benty for the third goal. Sorry for any confusion.)