I braved Brentford last night and witnessed a team full of running, pressing, all energy, playing for each other and a credit to their young manager Dean Smith. And then there was Villa. Dead as a dodo, ponderous, uninterested, no passing, no crosses, just desperate. The dugout gives me no confidence, Smith looks totally out of his depth and JT just, well, lost. Too big for you Deano, should have stayed in your bargain basement rabbit hutch in West Larndon.