Villa Need to Cut the Purse Strings, Not the Budget


VILLA NEED TO CUT THE PURSE STRINGS NOT THE BUDGET

I’m no good at shopping. When I do go force myself to do it, I buy budget options which are serviceable, but if I tried to dress to impress or cook a four-course meal, I’d get found out pretty quick. So every now and again I have a splurge, feel a bit guilty but generally feel satisfied that I’ve done the right thing.

My approach has been mirrored in the past three years by one Randolph Lerner, Aston Villa’s owner and keeper of the purse strings. Following the profligacy of the O’Neill era the wage bill, running at something criminal like 80% of annual turnover, needed to be slashed. That meant players sold, let go, and young players relied on.

Following the insulting rollover against Everton at the weekend, where Villa fans left before the end of the first home game of the season, Lerner needs to change his business model, or Villa are surely doomed. It would be wrong to say the knives are out for Lerner now, as many fans were toting them quite openly on Twitter and on fan forums like junior Mafiosi outside a don’s wedding.

Because Lerner is a businessman, he’s entitled to put his cash in and out when the whim takes him, but if that’s the case, then he needs to sell up to the highest bidder, and I believe he’ll do just that. But until the Unfake Sheik or South American petro-dollars come into the equation, he’s our benefactor. Eleven PM this Friday and the shutting of the transfer window will show just how much he cares.

Even before Everton, the cupboard was bare. As Rennes welcomed Jean Makoun, Gary Gardner was saying hi to nine months out thanks to a cruciate ligament injury. Two midfielders down and it wasn’t even time for elevenses. Dunne, Albrighton and Agbonlahor were injured before Lambert told Warnock and Hutton to find alternative employment.

As undesired as it may be, Lerner is going to have to make like Viv Nicholson and spend, spend, spend, on premium players. Our signings have been shocked by the tempo of the English game, while Lowton is limited to influencing the game from right-back. Other players look uninterested and our much-vaunted youth are perhaps just not up to it.

So before next Saturday, I expect Lerner to have sanctioned spending on three midfielders and a striker at least. Defensive cover will be required but Clark and Dunne, once available, may be enough. But the game is being lost in midfield and so will our top-flight status if nothing’s done.

Minimum of four players, then, Mr Lerner, and all of them top of the line. If they don’t arrive, the fans will turn up – only this time, in the North Stand car park, with placards and industrial language demanding your immediate return to Cleveland and the removal of your celebrated Villa tattoo.

Chris Stanley

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