In the air tonight.
Those nearly moments under Martin.
Those Proud History, Bright Future lies from Lerner.
Those relegation dogfights.
Those years of struggle.
Those ghastly grins across the faces of Lescott and Richards.
That relegation.
That marquee signing with a dodgy set of gates.
That cabbage.
That fight for promotion.
That togetherness.
That drive from Deano, Grealish, Mings and McGinn.
That fight to stay up.
That battle.
That final day survival.
That hiring of Gerrard.
That firing of Gerrard.
That rise under Unai.
That offside trap.
That tiki-taka.
That play-out-from-the-back beauty.
That Conference League qualification cheer.
That “it’s only the Conference League” sneer.
That shut up, JJ.
That fight for fourth.
Those tears, hearing the Champions League anthem
echo around Villa Park, before beating Bayern Munich once again.
That fight against PSG.
That dismantling of Forest.
That Champions League qualification.
Istanbul, my Lord.
Istanbul.
I can feel it coming in the air tonight.
I’ve been waiting for this moment
for all my life.
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight?
Roll the drums.
Prepared.
Up the fucking Villa.