OH MY GOD YOU GUYS.
You guys.
Seriously, you guys.
Asia. Trophy. Final.
Can you feel it? Can you feel this shit? Coursing through your veins? Working your heart as hard as a futile battle against a well-armed, determined criminal in pursuit of everything you've worked to acquire, your entire like, your fondest memories and catalysts to drive you towards a better future.
That's Aston Villa, right now, and Chelsea is that dirty son of a bitch in a ski mask wielding a handgun and a looting sack. Ready to take away your hopes, your present, your future and just that little bit of your past. But will you surrender? NO! You will stand firm, you will grab that trophy-that Asia Trophy-by the balls, and you will not let go. Because you are ASTON VILLA FOOTBALL CLUB. You are not going to let these Johnny-Come-Lately little bluepants, with their manager whose balls haven't even dropped get the best of you. Are you?
NO! YOU ARE LIONS! RAAWWRRR!
UTV!
(Note from Kirsten: I didn't notice this scheduled when I posted lineups, but due to its hilarity I felt it needed a place on the page)