Our penultimate away game, and a nail-biter. We sweep into Norwich riding shotgun on our trusty camper-van before two friendly home supporters shepherd us to the 'park and ride' and get us safe aboard the bus on the way to Carrow Road.
We leave them by the gates and set off in search of food. The fish and chips are great, the lager prohibitively expensive! But this is nothing compared to the cacophony that greets us on entering the Away Supporters' End. A dark concrete pit beneath the ground filled with three thousand swarming Villa fans still buzzing from a six one thrashing of the forlorn Sunderland just a few nights ago.
We fight our way through the throng toward the beckoning daylight of the stairs to the stand. It's a long haul up to our seats but the sun shines and the crowd's in fine voice. We join in the chants then a mighty roar erupts as the teams emerge.
It's a nervy start but Gabby is in fine form, striking terror deep into the hearts of the Norwich defenders as he streaks toward goal. Whilst our delight is momentarily chilled by a penalty for the home team, two moments of sublime magic from Mr Abonglahor see the ball nestling twice in the Norwich goal.
Victory is ours, and with it the prospect of Premiership survival comes ever closer.
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