Our last home game against Burnley, a team desperately fighting the dark clouds of relegation. We draw one all. A few days later Burnley go down.
Our last away game against Manchester City, a team poised to take the Premiership title. We're two nil up but come the final quarter we lose. It sums up the season.
But this post is not about results, it's about story. And the story is people joined together in a community of football.
I have a learning disabled son. I took him to his first match at Villa Park (Crystal Palace - a one nil win) when he was eight. He struggled to walk or talk, but he was hooked. As was I. A safe place where we could be father and son, enjoying time together.
He's thirty six now and he still loves to go. I'm just so thankful for all the lovely people we've met along the way. People who have accepted us as we are. It's not been like that in all the places I've gone with my son.
Villa looks after its special fans so well. And we're blessed to be part of the Villa family.
