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Why BT getting into bed with UEFA could shaft us all

Not everyone is happy with BT

"Money is the root of all evil".

That could prove to be true if the new TV deal for UK coverage of the Champions League is anything to go by. Some people may think it's good for football that the best part of a billion pounds will come into the game.

They'd be wrong.

For a start, that billion pounds doesn't appear out of mid-air, it has to come from somewhere and that somewhere is more than likely going be YOUR wallet – whether you actually pay for your football coverage or not. Secondly, all that money goes to the elite clubs, the ones that are so awash with cash already that they pay obscene salaries and ludicrous transfer fees, making life even tougher for the cash strapped clubs lower down the food chain.

This massive influx of what will inevitably turn out to be YOUR cash, will do nothing to help beleaguered clubs struggling to stay in business or local community projects trying to get kids away from their games consoles and on to the pitch.

Let's look at some of the implications:

ITV

Do you know that there has never been as much live football available free-to-air as there is at the moment? This deal sees the end of that.

Adrian has bugger all left to do

ITV may not be everyone's cup of tea but they have invested in football in recent years and their Champions League coverage and Europa League coverage on ITV4 gives viewers the chance to see not only the top English teams but the cream of Europe live and without subscription.

This has not only been a good thing for viewers, but also for advertisers and UEFA's sponsors who've got maximum bang for their buck from a large mainstream audience. This coverage has also been to Sky's benefit over the years, with many viewers choosing to pay for Sky Sports to get more of the football they develop a taste for from the terrestrial offering.

ITV will lose the FA Cup as well as the European games thanks to BT Sport's land grab of sporting rights. They have retained the England games, but it is highly likely that quality of ITV's England offerings will start to fall if this is the only football they can offer. With less games, there's nowhere to amortise the costs.

There's no point them paying out the big bucks justified by covering several tournaments when they only have a few internationals to cover. A denigration in the quality of their product is all but inevitable.

Bad news for us viewers.

Sky

Those people living under the delusion that their bill for Sky Sports will decrease thanks to them losing Champions League are living in cloud cuckoo land. The upwards pressure BT Sport is putting on sports rights will surely only push the price in the opposite direction.

James and Rupert Murdoch

More bad news for sport fans is that Sky are not going to use the money they would have spent with UEFA on other sports rights, but are going to invest in “original programming” which will undoubtedly mean drama.

This is bad news because Sky have always had a vested interest in nurturing a sport rather than just slapping it on the screen, because they wanted the best product possibly to attract the biggest number of subscribers, sport being at the very heart of their business model.

Sport isn't the beating heart of the BT operation, more of a weapon. It would appear that they've only got into the television to attempt to stop the inroads that Sky (and others) have been making into their core communications business (i.e. Broadband).

This seems to be a long term strategy to damage Sky (check what the deal did to Sky's share price if you're not convinced) and strengthen their own position.

BT has the financial clout to scupper Sky but once they've done that, there's nothing to stop them hiking up their price for their sport channels. Check in your small print and you'll probably see that if you're a BT Broadband customer, you are not going get it free for ever.

The Premier League

Even "dodgy" rich Russians won't help

An inevitable consequence of this massive increase in fees for the broadcasting rights to the Champions League, is that those clubs at the top table are going to get even richer, even more unstoppable.

Even if a rich Arab sugar-daddy or Russian playboy oligarch comes along to invest in a club not at the top table, FFP rules will make it very difficult for that club to compete with the clubs at the top soaking up all the Euro-gravy.

As the gap between the top tier and the rest gets bigger, the actual viability of the Premier League will come into question and inevitably, talk of a breakaway into a European Super League will become more and more of a likely proposition. There have been whispers for years that this is the ultimate aim of the elite European clubs and has been been for the last two decades.

England

The deal won't help Greg's commission much

More money for the top clubs and the threat of losing out massively financially if they can't stay at the top will inevitably lead to them utilising that financial clout to buy ready made players, rather than nurturing and bringing through home-grown English players.

Further more, as they splash the cash on the best foreign players available, established English players get less game time. You've only got to look at Manchester City to see the truth of this.

We've already seen the damage this does to the quality of players available to the national team.

This deal makes the situation worse.

The Fans

Currently you can get two live free to air games in the Europa League every matchday on ITV4. BT Sport's commitment to showing these free to air is not entirely clear, other than the final, the only guarantee of free games appears to one each for the three English teams (should they all qualify), so a lot less than currently.

For the Champions League, ITV currently gets first pick of the Tuesday games to show live free-to-air. Again BT's only commitment is show one live game from each domestic club involved and there's no commitment to the quality of the opposition in those games, so they'll likely keep games against Barca or Bayern to their paying customers and leave the likes of Plzen for the freebies.

Also, even though the coverage will be “free-to-all”, it'll be tucked away in the far recesses of the EPG which means it won't pick up the casual viewer and will inevitably score far less highly in the TV ratings than coverage on ITV would.

Champions League will effectively become ghettoised and Europa League games will reach a minuscule audience (some Wigan Athletic games on BT Sport have barely registered any viewers). This can't be a good thing. Look what ghettoisation has done to boxing.

The biggest impact for fans will be financial, because sooner or later, BT will need to get that money back from somewhere, be it higher prices for the sport channels or an increase on the cost of broadband.

Even if you're not with BT, you'll probably end up forking out. Virgin Media had to broker a wholesale deal for the channels to stop sport obsessed fans jumping ship and you can bet your bottom dollar that'll increase on the back of the Euro-deal and Sky will have to bid big to retain the Premier League and or they'll be in big doo-doo.

A few parasitic football agents will no doubt think all this is fantastic but it's bad news for the rest of us.

It might even be bad news for the parasites.

One of these days, the football bubble is going to burst.

This deal could very well turn out to be the pin.

Excellent? Pull the other one...

“I thought we were excellent” sayeth Paul Lambert.

The fezzed-up author of this article

Again.

He's like a stuck record these days isn't he? I didn't think we were excellent. Or that good. Or even passable. Maybe Paul Lambert has a different dictionary to me.

The game may have given us a desperately needed and all too rare home win but on performance terms it ranks alongside some of the worst home displays. We've played far better and lost frankly.

Just like at Upton Park a week ago, we didn't seem to have a clue what to do with the ball when in possession, so the plan seemed to be to let Cardiff have it at every available opportunity, safe in the knowledge that they didn't know what do with it either. The Premier League prides itself on being one of the best leagues in the world, yet here were two clueless, feckless teams, seemingly intent on doing precisely nothing for the best part of 75 minutes.

It was a woeful display from both teams, jittery in defence, terminally uncreative in the midfield and devoid of spark and movement up front.

It's true to say that - if we include Jores Okore into the equation – Lambert was without more than half his first XI. However, football is a squad game these days and he has spent a few million quid on the players expected to come in to fill the gaps. Some of them need to do better.

To me, the inclusion of Kozak in the starting line up was part of the problem. So few teams set up with two out and out central strikers any more, which means that any team that does is putting themselves at serious risk of being out gunned in the middle of park and suffering possession-wise as a result. This certainly was the case against Cardiff, with our share of possession dropping to less than 40% at one stage of the game. Less than 40% at home against Premier League newcomers is completely unacceptable.

It would be unfair to blame Kozak himself though. Indeed, he seemed the livelier and more mobile of the two strikers, Benteke looking dejected as he struggled to shake off the manacles imposed by the extra defensive manpower his growing reputation has created. You have to wonder what the deal is with Helenius, who- it seems to me - would be more suited to dropping off the main striker and must be frustrated at not getting a chance even in Gabby and Andi's absence

The midfield so badly missed Fabian Delph that it hurt, Westwood and Sylla too often going for the safe rather than creative ball (and even then sometimes giving it away) and El Ahmadi being so vanilla as to be barely noticeable at all. Tonev scampered about the place like an excited puppy, all energy and goodwill but with very little in the way of tactical nous. Having a wayward hopeless shot from miles out when there are far better options is rapidly becoming his trademark and he's already garnering such an unfavourable reputation amongst the Villa faithful that will prove hard to shake off. Reading his name out on the team sheet now creates an audible groan, which is most unfortunate.

A lot of people expressed dismay at Lowton's omission, but I wasn't one of the them. I thought Matt Jarvis had made him look quite ordinary at West Ham. The issue here is that while Bacuna can do a competent job at right back, what we really want to see is him hurting opposition defences at the other end, so it is to be hoped that Lambert can be convinced to give young Matt an extended run in the team to get his mojo back and utilise Leandro to give us some much needed creativity further up.

Bacuna seems to me such an adaptable player and now he's settling in to the league, a role with more freedom could give us the spark in the midfield we're so obviously missing. They'll certainly be a great buzz whenever we get a free kick from here on in.

While some say the defence has improved with two clean sheets on the bounce, I remain unconvinced. Cardiff and West Ham merely lacked the operatives to pounce on the silly mistakes that are still being made by both Clark and Baker, though I will concede that Vlaar is looking far better now he seems to have curbed his tendency to go wandering off.

So do I trust Paul Lambert to sort it all out? Well, I do actually. I'm sure he's aware of areas where we need to improve and was probably as frustrated as we were at half-time yesterday. It's our job to get annoyed and his job to fix it and put smiles on our faces. I think he can, but it is gonna take time and dodgy performance or not, the three points his team put in the bag yesterday does give him some more time and should muffle the burgeoning "Lambert Out" faction for a few weeks longer. Wins against the Tesco boys and the Mackems and everyone will wonder what all the fuss was about.

I suppose it's the done thing to describe your team as “excellent” when talking to the media and you don't wash your dirty linen in public. Doesn't stop me swearing at the radio though.

And just remember the next time he describes the fans as “excellent”, he has a very loose interpretation of the word...

A win is a win is a win

What you gain on the swings, you lose on the roundabouts.

I couldn't help thinking how aggrieved I'd felt that we'd got nothing at Stamford Bridge in our second match of season. That Kevin Friend had helped Chelsea to three points and they could so easily have been ours. Because yesterday, the balance of the universe was restored as we mugged Manchester City of three points, ably assisted by the lino and shampoo salesman Joe Hart.

The positivity that has been emanating from the Villa faithful as a result of the unlikely victory is undoubtedly a good thing, but some of you seem to have watched the game through claret and blue tinted spectacles. For vast periods of the game Manchester City played truly wonderful football. For vast periods of the first half, Villa were abject.

Indeed we never truly got our attacking play going in the way we had against Arsenal, Chelsea or even the second half against Liverpool. The Liverpool match, which disappointed most was actually a more coherent performance, but it didn't glean any goals and if your slick build up play doesn't produce the required results, large swathes of the crowd are never going to love you.

After the cup game against Spurs, in which a disjointed ragbag of Villa players had failed to show anything like cohesion, I was expecting far better as a more recognisable line up took to the pitch, even given the quality of the opposition, but in that desperate first half, we just couldn't get going. Weimann and Kozak found it impossible to hold the ball up, leading to wave upon wave of Man City attacks. The pluses for us were that there was no Aguero to take advantage of our opponents massive possessional advantage and that James Milner now looks a shadow of the player that had bloomed in his final season at Villa Park. Nasri was a constant problem, although his short temper makes him his own worst enemy.

Thankfully, Lambert's decision to go with three centre halves solved the problem of our full backs being caught dangerously out of position and while our defending may have lacked technical quality, it was full of energy and determination, meaning that our illustrious visitors were finding it nigh on impossible to fashion chances from their dominance in open play. What they were able to do though is win an awful lot of corners, and from these, they always looked dangerous.

We could debate for hours the benefits of zonal versus man-to-man marking, but whichever system you plump for, you need to make sure that your team is capable of playing it. We are still worryingly unsecure at set plays.

Yaya Toure, the intimidating architect of many of their best moves, finally managed a goal that for a long time had seemed inevitable. Half-time, I thought, would be brief respite. It turned out to be a turning point.

Your reaction to the El Ahmadi equaliser was different depending on whether you've actually played football or not. Those who can't remember when the last time was they pulled on a pair of boots went into instant celebration. The rest looked straight at the linesman to check their hadn't been a flag, because they were certainly expecting one. Like I said though, swings and roundabouts. On other days, an offside would definitely have been given, but with the  number of dodgy decisions that go against us, we're surely entitled to the rub of the green occasionally.

Being level at this stage was a definite bonus and if only we could hold the line, we might get an unlikely point. If only we could hold the ball and stop giving set pieces away. We couldn't. Another dangerous Nasri corner wasn't dealt with and Dzeko met with little resistance as he headed home.

Dead and buried? We would have been last season. If anything, going behind again proved to be the catalyst that stirred Villa in a more meaningful passage of forward play. Suddenly, Pellegrini's expensive charges seemed jittery, and as Villa advanced up the pitch, tackles became more reckless and ill-thought out.

Then the moment of magic. A free kick outside the area. Ron Vlaar looked as if he was lining up but Bacuna was lurking ominously. In came the kick, a thunderbolt, perfectly placed. Even if Joe Hart hadn't made life difficult for himself with his positioning and hadn't stayed rooted to the spot, he might not have got near it. It was a glorious moment for the young Dutchman, who some fickle Villa fans had instantly written off after his shaky start against Liverpool. They are easy to spot, these trolls, the same ones who also think Tonev is a waste of space.

Not that it's their fault, it's hot-wired into a Villa fan's DNA to be hyper-critical of our own players. People round me used to catcall Gary Shaw and Tony Morley for not doing enough while we were in the process of winning the league. Some people just like being miserable sods.

After all the hot air about Villa being a long ball team, the style of the winner was delicious. It couldn't have been more route one if it had been scored by Graham Taylor's Watford in the 80s. What you have to admire is Brad Guzan's vision. Manchester City's defence had a Chuckle Brothers moment, Kozak's flick on was sublime and Andreas Weimann was the epitome of cool as he calmly went past the charging Joe Hart and rolled the ball casually goal-wards. Slightly too casually for my nervous ticker, but hey it eventually rolled over the line.

They say time moves quicker as you get older. That last twenty minutes didn't go quickly. Not at all. Manchester City wanted it, we didn't want to let it go and scarily Yaya Toure looked as good in the game's last knockings as he did in the pomp of City's first half dominance.

The final whistle. Three points against the favourites for the league title – and I'd maintain, justified favourites on this showing – but most importantly for us, a taste for our players of how sweet Villa Park can be when we graft out a win.

So yes, it wasn't pretty. Yes, we were completely outplayed for long periods of the game. Doesn't matter. Without, you could argue, four of our key players, we've beaten a quality team. 

Let's build on it. 

Let's give Potatohead a torrid time, use the international break to recharge the batteries and then show Spurs that this time, we won't get caught with our pants down.

Aston Villa? Cup Winners in 1985? Wednesfield Social?

In the last "Dek's Rant" I wrote about the Bradford Fire in 1985 and the subsequent charity game featuring the late, great George Best.

Now, as you'll appreciate, that game took place over twenty eight years ago, so although the bulk of the piece came from memory, with such a long gap, I thought it well worth trawling my archives to check out the facts.

Dragging out the mid-eighties stuff, I came across two pieces of A4 paper that were in fact, the official programme of the 100th Birmingham County FA Senior Cup Final, a game which I attended.

This game was treated very much in the same way as a Central League Match and Bill Shorthouse's charges didn't play that well on the night, but did enough to claim the cup, so this is a perhaps forgotten piece of Villa achievement.

Though Dean Glover was reserve team captain, Dennis Mortimer - making one of his last ever appearances in a Villa shirt - was allowed to pick up the trophy.

Like the George Best match which would follow just a few days later, there seemed to be little to no information about this small piece of Aston Villa history on the web, so I've scanned in some pics, wrestled the villamad.co.uk Twitter account off the news minions and shone a light on it.

The trophy is actually very nice, far nicer than that thing the size of a coffee mug that they handed to Paul Merson when we "won the Intertoto"...but that's another story....

Those tweets are here. Enjoy.

Blast from the Past: "Programme" from the 1985 Birmingham Senior Cup Final. Charged 15p for 2 sheets of A4 #avfc pic.twitter.com/1FaokCzPjA
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

Blast from the Past: Teams from the 1985 Birmingham Senior Cup Final: #avfc pic.twitter.com/MzRaTTl82C
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

Blast from the Past: Dennis Mortimer accepts the 1985 Birmingham Senior Cup as #avfcbeat Wednesfield Social 3-1 pic.twitter.com/81JdTwpC6A
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

Blast from the Past: The Villa team celebrate winning the 100th Birmingham Senior Cup in 1985 #avfc pic.twitter.com/duDBzsfGN0
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

Although Bernie Gallacher was listed in the programme for the Senior Cup win, a Brian Little shot in a 5-a-side broke his wrist...
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

...and Matthew Hellin played instead...
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

For the record, Villa ran out 3-1 winners, Dean Glover, Ray Walker & Dennis Mortimer getting our goals. Dave Morrison scored for Wednesfield
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

Despite missing the final, Bernie -who had played in every other round - was still awarded a medal
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

It was the 19th time that Villa had won the Birmingham Senior Cup...
— villamad.co.uk (@villamadtweets) September 27, 2013

George Best: He played for Villa you know...I know, I was there

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

In 1985, the sport of football was not what you could call in good shape. A combination of escalating terrace violence, economic malaise, and frankly, poor quality football played in decaying stadiums had left the national game in deep trouble. Attendance figures were dropping through the floor.

May 1985 would see the situation get even worse but in the true spirit of the phrase “every cloud has a silver lining” tragic events in Yorkshire would lead to a true one-off.

George Best would play football for Aston Villa.

As Villa's 1984-85 season petered out into mid-table mediocrity, there was little to shout about. We'd lost our last home league game of the season to Luton Town by a single goal and were playing away at a Liverpool with one eye on The European Cup Final on the last Saturday of the league season. Not being that bothered about the game and with Dennis Mortimer's Testimonial looming on the Tuesday, I'd decided not to go.

Saturday afternoon would be spent glued to the radio.

11th May 1985

We didn't have Jeff Stelling back in those days, so I was taking part in the tradition of the time, switching between George Gavin on BRMB and whoever was in charge of the goals klaxon on Radio WM (probably Tim Russon) and tellingly on this day, Sport on 2 because they always mentioned Villa a lot more if were playing the red half of Merseyside. The telly was switched to the Oracle teletext service to keep up with the latest scores.

Fire halts the Bradford-Lincoln game

Towards the end of first half, a Radio 2 reporter announced that there appeared to be smoke and a few flames coming from the stand at Bradford and the game against Lincoln had been halted. It was fairly unusual for the BBC to mention Bradford at all, so it must, I reasoned, be a significant happening. As it was just before the interval I was, as a matter of course, turning off the teletext to catch the half time reports on the BBC's Grandstand and ITV's World of Sport. Yorkshire TV's cameras were at Valley Parade and World of Sport quickly abandoned their half time reports sequence to show the unfolding scene.

There only seemed to be a few flames at first, but just as commentator John Helm said that it looked serious, the small fire became a major conflagration. As fans began streaming onto the pitch, the roof caught a blaze. In less time than it takes to make a soft boiled egg, the whole of the roof was ablaze, raining fiery debris down on those making their escape. Helm put into the words the terrible thoughts of those us around the country witnessing agape as the tragedy unfolded and people began to emerge from the stand, some white with burns and even, in some cases, still on fire.

Valley Parade - the whole stand went up in minutes

The speed and fury with which the fire claimed the stand and with it the lives of dozens who had just gone out to cheer on their football team was truly frightening. Bradford had just gained promotion and this was supposed to be a day of celebration. The joy had turned to abject horror in little more than the blink of an eye.

For us football fans, used to standing or sitting in many ramshackle stands no better or safer than the one whose destruction we were gaping at, there was a real feeling of “there but for the grace of god go I”. 

It really hit home.

It was devastating. Horrible. Gruesome. Tragic. And one more word. Avoidable.

Yes avoidable and anyone who knew anything about how football was being run and fans were being treated knew it only too well. If we'd been cattle the RSPCA would never have stood for it.

Villa lost 2-1 at Anfield that day but I'd never been less interested in how my team had got on in my life.

As the extent of the afternoon's events began to become clear, the football family was dealt another kick in the teeth. A twelve foot wall had collapsed during severe crowd trouble between Birmingham City and Leeds United and a 15 year old boy had died as a consequence.

It's probably difficult for those who weren't around at the time to understand just how dire things had become for the game but it really felt at the time as if football was dying too. The events of that horrible day felt like nails in the coffin.

This was of course the era of Band Aid and so the reflex response of a shocked public to the fire was to start fund raising. Gerry Marsden would resurrect his hit “You'll Never Walk Alone”. The football world responded with benefit matches, but it seemed such a game featuring Villa would be unlikely.

With Villa Park booked for Dennis's game in midweek and with many potential opponents still having League fixtures to fulfil, it seemed we wouldn't be getting a game at all. The Express and Star had other ideas and it seems to have been their drive that got the game to happen. Saturday was a no-no as this was FA Cup Final day and the cup was treated with the utmost respect in those days. It was still the jewel in the crown of the football calendar. 

14th May 1985

The Mortimer testimonial took place on the Tuesday. Many of us were of the opinion that these sort of friendlies were all rigged and a high-scoring draw was on the cards. Wrong!

With so many England regulars playing for their clubs that week though, the England XI of fringe players must have seen it as an opportunity and took the game seriously and we got thumped 4-1, Peter Withe getting ours and our very own Paul Rideout scoring against us! Garry “Bruno” Thompson found the net twice with Sunderland's Nick Pickering getting the other one. A crowd of 5,451 turned up to see it and word started to get round that we were playing a game for the Bradford fire fund after all, against West Bromwich Albion and that one George Best was going to turn out for us.

"Yeah. Right" was the reaction of many of us.

At this stage of his life, George had managed to pick up a reputation for being less than reliable and for being three sheets to the wind on TV chat shows so most of us took George's potential involvement with a pinch of salt. Mister Dependable he wasn't.

17th May 1985

The attendance at the Mortimer match probably influenced the decision not to open the Holte End and so it was that on Friday 17th May 1985, most of us in the crowd of 5,663 were packed into Trinity Road Stand. Despite its beautiful brick façade, much of the Trinity's structure was wooden, an irony that wasn't lost on us on the night.

So hastily had the game been organised that there had been no time to print a proper programme so a four page newspaper type document from the Express and Star provided the pre-match reading material. Players who weren't taking part in the game were mingling around the refreshments stands and I clearly remember really struggling to decipher Tony Morley's thick accent. By this point, Tony was plying his trade for the opposition.

Then came the team news: Kevin Poole in goal, full backs Gary Williams and Tony Dorigo, Evans and Ormsby at the heart of defence, Ray Walker, Stevie McMahon and Sid in midfield, Peter Withe alongside Paul Rideout up front and in the number eleven shirt...oh yes! George Best!

Yep!

George in a Villa shirt!

Nicky Cross dazzled by George's brilliance

Legend has it that the only stipulation George made was that Villa provide the footwear. Incredibly, one of the most skilful players ever to grace the planet no longer owned a pair of football boots!

It is absolutely true to say that George wasn't in prime physical fitness, being just shy of his 39th birthday at the time, but all the skill was there and his every touch was greeted with yelps of delight from the assembled Trinity Road throng. The first half may have been goalless, but it was joy to watch the ball control, brilliance and cheeky back heel passes of a true maestro at work.

He made Albion's awestruck players look ordinary, which probably didn't do much for their self esteem.

I was certainly awestruck, so much so that I couldn't find it in my heart to sing the old classic "Georgie Best. Superstar. Looks like a woman and he wears a bra." Mind you, the emerging middle-aged spread and the full beard made the song somewhat redundant anyway.

Tony Godden keeps Peter Withe at bay

In the second half, we even got some goals to cheer. Paul Rideout combined well with Steve McMahon who put Villa one up as a consequence before a corner from Mister Georgie Best himself found Allan Evans and we were coasting.

Or at least I thought we were.

Albion stormed back into it, Steve Mackenzie scoring a penalty before Tony Grealish levelled it. Garry Thompson continued his week of being a thorn in Villa's side by putting the Baggies ahead.

George managed an hour in a Villa shirt and what a wonderful hour it was, but it was the player who came on for him, Didier Six, that netted Villa's equaliser. The game finished 3-3. We'd got the high scoring draw we'd expected on the Tuesday.

Didier Six fires home Villa's equaliser

It was a true honour to witness a player of George's calibre wearing a Villa shirt and the night would also prove to be the last chance of seeing Peter Withe, Paul Rideout and Didier Six in their Villa colours.

The local press reckoned we raised about £10,000 for the disaster fund on the night.

It was a special night, one to treasure, but we should never forget the reason we were there... and if football people thought things couldn't any worse, the Heysel Stadium disaster was less than two weeks away.

56 people died in the fire at Valley Parade:

ACKROYD, John Douglas 32 Baildon
ANDERTON, Edmund 68 Bingley
BAINES, Alexander Shaw 70 Bradford
BAMFORD, Herbert 72 Bradford
BULMER, Christopher James 11 Burley-in-Wharfedale
COXON, Jack Leo 76 Bradford
COXON, Leo Anthony 44 Halifax
CRABTREE, David James 30 Bradford
CRABTREE, Harry 76 Bradford
DEMPSEY, Derek 46 Morley
FIRTH, Muriel 56 Baildon
FIRTH, Samuel 86 Bradford
FLETCHER, Andrew 11 East Bridgford, Nottinghamshire
FLETCHER, Edmond 63 Pudsey
FLETCHER, John 34 East Bridgford, Nottingham
FLETCHER, Peter 32 Gildersome
FORSTER, Nellie 64 Bradford
GREENWOOD, Felix Winspear 13 Denholme
GREENWOOD, Peter 46 Denholme
GREENWOOD, Rupert Benedict 11 Denholme
HALL, Norman 71 Bradford
HALLIDAY, Peter Anthony 34 Bradford
HARTLEY, Arthur 79 Bradford
HINDLE, Edith 79 Bradford
HINDLE, Frederick 76 Bradford
HODGSON, Moira Helen 15 Oakenshaw
HUDSON, Eric 72 Bingley
HUGHES, John 64 Bradford
HUTTON, John 74 Bradford
KERR, Walter 76 Bradford
LOVELL, Peter Charles 43 Bradford
LUDLAM, Jack 55 Bradford
McPHERSON, Gordon Stuart 39 Bradford
McPHERSON, Irene 28 Bradford
MASON, Roy 74 Silsden
MIDDLETON, Frederick Norman 84 Bradford
MITCHELL, Harold 79 Bradford
MUHL, Elizabeth 21 Leeds
NORMINGTON, Ernest 74 Shipley
ORMONDROYD, Gerald Priestley 40 Bingley
ORMONDROYD, Richard John 12 Bingley
ORMONDROYD, Robert Ian 12 Bingley
POLLARD, Sylvia Lund 69 Bradford
PRICE, Herbert 78 Shipley
ROBERTS, Amanda Jayne 20 Bradford
SAMPSON, Jane 18 Leeds
STACEY, William 72 Sleaford, Lincolnshire
STOCKMAN, Craig Albert 14 Bradford
STOCKMAN, Jane Ashley 16 Bradford
STOCKMAN, Trevor John 38 Brighouse
TURNER, Howard Malcolm 41 Bingley
TURNER, Sarah Elizabeth 16 Bingley
WARD, Simon Neil 18 Shipley
WEDGEWORTH, Robert 72 Guiseley
WEST, William James 78 North Hykeham, Lincoln
WRIGHT, Adrian Mark 11 Bradford.

Villaparkaphobia

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It was all going so well wasn't it?

A crop of fresh bright talent bought from across Europe, complimenting the players who emerged from last season's nightmare with credit, a promising pre-season in which established first teamers dovetailed well with the rising stars of the development squad, all topped with a glorious three points in the season's opener at the Emirates; what could possibly go wrong?

Of course it can all go wrong. This is Aston Villa. There is always a point in the season where the phrase “wheels off everywhere” comes into play. Mid-September and we're there already. We're not quite crying like a gaggle of One Direction fans, but there is cause for concern.

The summer signings did add quality, but potential quality is probably a fairer phrase. The newbies are a skilful bunch and no mistake but you can't buy experience. (Actually you can buy experience but either Paul Lambert doesn't want to or Randy Lerner won't let him.) What we have spent a fair few millions pounds on are players that hopefully will realise their potential really quickly and the only way they can do that is by playing regularly. Snag is, they will have to force their way into the team first.

Even Spidey couldn't catch everything in time

What's stopping them then? After the Newcastle game that probably is a pertinent question.

Let's start at the back. Right at the back because a fair bit of criticism has blown Brad Guzan's way for Newcastle's second goal after the plucky American could only parry Ben Arfa's rasping shot. I think it's fair to say that a fair amount of that criticism has come from people who've never pulled on a pair of keeper's gloves in their lives.

People should remember that Brad is made of flesh and blood and is not a gaming avatar. Unless you've fingers like Peter Parker (Spiderman not the former head of British Rail) you can't hold everything, sometimes you just have to keep the ball out of the back of net as best you can and hope your defence is alert and agile enough to deal with the consequences. Alert and agile are words seldom used to describe our back line.

Peter Parker, Chairman British Rail

The tragedy of Okore's injury is that he has all the tools to be a great defender, needing in my view just a solid first season in the Premier League to add some better decision-making to his undoubted talents. Even having said that, we looked more solid at the back with him than without him, and with us seemingly unable to get through a match without a central defender going off injured, it's surely only a matter of time before we see Chris Herd pressed into service at the heart of our defence.

Sends shivers down my spine that.

It's more than fair to say that both full-backs were poor against Newcastle. Loic Remy had a field day against Matthew Lowton, in part because our right back needs to go back to school when it comes to positional play, often showing the tactical nous of a primary school defender. You certainly can't afford to give the likes of Loic a head start.

Tony Moon, meanwhile, was gaining a whole new education from the feet of Ben Arfa. The worrying thing here is that the rest of the team could clearly see what a torrid time our left back was having but did little or nothing to help him. It's a team game guys. Where was the support from midfield? Indeed what were the midfield doing for much of the game?

When a team mate is getting torn a new one, HELP HIM OUT!!!!

Against Arsenal and Chelsea, we looked impressive because our midfield three pressed the opposition on the ball, giving them no time to settle or find any kind of rhythm, hence forcing the mistakes which enabled us to counter with stunning pace. 

Back at Villa Park, we seem content to stand back and let the opposition pass as they please. Then when we do have possession - and believe it or not we had the lion's share of the ball against Pardew's men - there is a disconnect between the midfield and the attack, with hopeful rather than thoughtful balls pumped forward in the manner that made the Villa faithful turn venomously on Barry Bannan. When we have the sense to pass to feet accurately instead of playing aimless or speculative balls, we look something like a good side.

Against Newcastle, the midfield finally got it's collective arse into gear at the start of the second half, and for twenty-odd minutes, we were creative and dangerous. We were. Honest. It seems many people have forgotten this decent passage of play due to the direness of the rest of our performance, but things were swinging in our direction at one stage. Don't forget that if Gabby hadn't missed a sitter and Tony Moon hadn't crossed when it was ten times easier to score, we could have actually nicked all the points.

The decision by Lambert to bring on Kozak at expense of a body in midfield was a poor one and killed our period of dominance stone dead, though it could be said that the bouncing Czech's very presence in the box made it harder for their defence to deal with Big Chris for our goal. Sadly, we barely got a look in after that, Karim's exit leaving us totally overrun in the middle of the park and the move to swap the ineffective Weimann for the two-footed Tonev came far, far too late to have any impact.

It's interesting to note that Weimann was one of the names Paul Lambert mentioned when pressed on our lack of an attacking midfield playmaker. There's been precious little evidence of him looking like he could fulfil that role in the Villa Park games.

Against Liverpool of course, Lambert had tried something different in midfield by dropping El Ahmadi in favour of Bacuna. Here came proof positive that Villa Park isn't an easy arena in which to ply one's trade because the young Dutchman made an excitable and error strewn start. Shockingly, sections of our own support failed to realise that this was the young lad's competitive Villa debut in front of a packed Villa Park and instead of giving him chance to find his feet, wrote him off as "rubbish" straight away. Lunacy. This is one very talented player and even though he'd stopped making the silly mistakes long before the first half had even finished, many had picked him out as a whipping boy by then.

We really can be our own worst enemy at times.

So where do we go from here? The situation at Villa Park is likely to get worse before it gets better, with Manchester City looming, while the newbies at Spurs will undoubtedly have started to bed in by the time they rock up, and they have enough quality squad players to give us a tough time in the League Cup too.

The answer is not going to be an injection of new expensive talent in January either. The Okore situation may force Lambert into another defensive purchase, but certainly don't expect it to be the old head we need to steady the ship. It goes against his ethos and this worries me greatly.

The only way through the tough times is going to be hard work. The players that were rewarded with new shiny lucrative contracts have got to show that they are worth them. This means getting their heads down in training and striving to improve their games. With Bacuna prepared to play anywhere just to get into the team, no one should feel they are untouchable. If I was picking the team, I'd make abundantly clear to the likes of Lowton and Westwood that their places are in jeopardy if they can't find it in themselves to improve.

It's hard to judge how much the fringe players are pushing those selected when we can't see them play. The likes of Bennett and Albrighton aren't being given run outs in the Under 21s so we as fans have no way of gauging their form. Mind you, gauging the form of anyone in the Under 21s is difficult when games are played in far off Burton. It's a great pity that AVTV aren't providing live TV pictures from the games at the Pirelli, but will provide pictures from the Villa Park games that are far easier for most fans to attend.

It's also a crying shame that our young lads have been denied the opportunity to defend our NextGen crown due in no small part to the new ludicrous UEFA Youth League. While the Next Gen invite teams to play based on the quality of their academies, Michel Platini's new baby simply invites youth teams from those clubs that have qualified for the Champions League. Daft really.

Just another example of UEFA ensuring that the chosen few get all the gravy. 

The loan-outs of Burke, Carruthers and Grealish not only give them valuable first team experience but also allows some of the other lads their chance in the Under 21 league. Clearly the development of the players is more important than having success in this league but it's impossible to watch a team in Villa colours without being desperate to see them win.

Keep an eye on Kevin Toner and Riccardo Calder. Could be a big season at this level for those two.