In the sunlight, there is cast a great shadow. Silhouettes of beings that spent recent times deep in foreign territory, where the battles were not for pride and success, but for survival.
In the darkest hours of the pride, there was as much fighting with each other as there was with our prey. Pack logic seemed alien, and suddenly it became every one for themselves, and many with a deep, dark resignation of staring the abyss in the face. The time, it seemed, had come.
But we did not stumble. We did not fall. When we needed to survive, we fought. We spent little time reminiscing about the history because the present was more important. To speak of past glory would have taken our thoughts away from the clear and present danger. To live in the past would have consigned us to be little more than a relic of history.
We avoided a dark fate, and now we live to fight another day. Our forces may be depleted, but there is time for us to sound the call for support again. It will be answered in our time of need.
Aston Villa will not lay down and die – we did not choose, we were chosen.
Amidst the swathes of gold,
Where lions stand proud,
There is pride,
In the minds of lions,
And their beating hearts,
There is courage.
It is time to hear the lion roar again.
The Author
