Date: 4th June 2008 at 9:23am
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One of the major things Aston Villa lacked under the old regime was class, and yet in the space of just 2 years, one quiet man from America, the supposed home of Silicon and slot machines, has given us back what we never thought possible in the dark days.

Every summer when I go on holiday I am often asked who I support. For a long time my reply offered no route to small talk. If I had been a Spurs fan, they would have commented on Berbatov. If I was Reading they would have brought up our brave first season in the Prem.

But Villa? No. Just a half hearted ‘oh right.’

Then Randy Lerner took over and Villa were a member of the foreign owner revolution.

Interesting stuff.

Now we’re the mighty Aston Villa. The club that bucks the trend, that forgoes the fashion for lego land stadiums in favour of mosaics and Victorian hotels that once housed war heroes.

We’re the club that says no to £1000 season tickets and deals with unsavoury partners.

We’re a club to be proud of and I for one will happily discuss the new sponsor on the shirt I’ll be wearing with any old Tom Dick or Harry who cares to ask me, and I wouldn’t even consider buying a shirt without the logo.

I also just like to say that even though most of us had wind of this move a while back, the best reaction I have seen was from my Mom who had no idea that this deal was in the pipeline. She used to work at Birmingham Children’s hospital and has seen many of her former patients move into the care of acorns. When the news broke she welled up. Enough said.