Couple of points,No half time board scores on the side,Harry Gregory with his shorts on back to front no7 seen on 14mins,rear right and Charlie Hall must have been standing in the tunnel as no dugouts in the stand. But football was just great,brings back my youth.Happy Days.
Each game that season Harry Gregory always wore his shorts back to front, with the number 7 on his arse.
Couple of points,No half time board scores on the side,Harry Gregory with his shorts on back to front no7 seen on 14mins,rear right and Charlie Hall must have been standing in the tunnel as no dugouts in the stand. But football was just great,brings back my youth.Happy Days.
Each game that season Harry Gregory always wore his shorts back to front, with the number 7 on his arse.
Must have been his little superstition.
In one game, late in the season I think (it was sunny, so maybe springtime?), Gregory came out in the second half wearing the number 5 shorts, and Wally Went had Gregory's number seven shorts on....what went on between them at half-time for them to switch is anyone's guess!!
We use to call him through the legs Charlie ha I always use to pop into the cafe he had in Greenwich breakfast wasn't the best but always good to listen to his stories about when he played for us
Very fond memories of Charlie when I was a young star struck kid. I used to stand right behind the goal on the open terrace before the Jimmy Seed was built and have a great view of Charlie’s antics. Condolences to Charlie and family. RIP Helen.
We use to call him through the legs Charlie ha I always use to pop into the cafe he had in Greenwich breakfast wasn't the best but always good to listen to his stories about when he played for us
I can confirm his breakfasts were proper greasy spoon fayre but the atmosphere was always good in there.
I had the pleasure of a round of golf with him a few years back. Such a lovely fella, a proper family man and had nothing but positives about Charlton.
Plenty of stories to tell and a wicked sense of humour.
This is such sad news however. He was very complimentary of his wife putting up with him and with football in general. RIP Mrs Wright
Although people often mention the one that went straight through his legs, he was well capable of commanding his area and making superb saves. One doesn’t rattle up over 500 appearances for his various clubs without being a decent keeper.
Although people often mention the one that went straight through his legs, he was well capable of commanding his area and making superb saves. One doesn’t rattle up over 500 appearances for his various clubs without being a decent keeper.
My first game was in Jan '68 V Millwall, which we won 1-0, i remember a pass back to Charlie going through his legs, but being cleared off the line...🤷♂️🤔 A great keeper for us...
On of my favourite games was against Palace in the FA Cup replay, Jan 1969. Having won 2-0 my brother and I caught the bus back to Charlton village and went in the fish and chip shop to get supper. Who comes in while we were waiting but Charlie. As the Palace penalty miss was at the other end to us, I had to ask Charlie if he had saved it. He replied "No, it hit the post, but I had it covered." Lovely man and a great goalkeeper.
A clown (in the best sense of the word) and a very good keeper. I started going more regularly in 66-67 and he was a firm favourite of mine right from when he first signed.
RIP Helen and thoughts with Charlie and his family.
I’m too young to have seen him play, but when I broke my leg I was off school and my Dad had to go to Woolwich Barracks to pick up his new uniform (he had recently promoted to Captain in the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers), so he took me along
Afterwards we drove to Greenwich, as he wanted to get something to eat, but really it was to meet Charlie - Dad was like a little kid meeting him, as he was one of Dad’s favourites from those llate 60’s sides
Charlie was a brilliant laugh, happy to chat football / Charlton, was concerned about my broken leg, asking ‘will you be able to play football again’ - just a cracking bloke
They say don’t meet your heroes, well Dad did that day, and he was as happy as a pig in poo that afternoon 😃
Never saw him play (too young) but heard plenty of stories about him from my old man as they got to know each other pretty well back in the day. Charlie was his all time favourite player.
He was in goal when I first started going, like all good goalies he was a bit mad. In one game an opposition forward was blocking him as he tried to drop kick it upfield (standard tactic in those days), so he pressed the ball onto the blokes hand and yelled at the ref for handball, which he promptly gave to general hilarity.
Bit of classic Charlie at around 19:30 in the link below, provoking a bit of a rumpus at the old Den, then trying to catch one of the missiles.
Sat with Charlie at Sandwich to watch Darren Clark win the open, marvellous man with some great stories. His brother in law was Matt Tees who sadly passed away with Alzheimer's. That era produced some brilliant down to earth footballers Barry Kitchener and Harry Cripps at Millwall now both sadly gone, Len Glover is now at Herne Bay and spent some great hours in his company recently, former fitness coach for George Michael, he has some great stories to tell. So sad for Charlie's loss, RIP Helen XX
He was in goal when I first started going, like all good goalies he was a bit mad. In one game an opposition forward was blocking him as he tried to drop kick it upfield (standard tactic in those days), so he pressed the ball onto the blokes hand and yelled at the ref for handball, which he promptly gave to general hilarity.
Bit of classic Charlie at around 19:30 in the link below, provoking a bit of a rumpus at the old Den, then trying to catch one of the missiles.
Was behind the goal where the Charlie elbow incident took place. Funny all these years later I thought he'd elbowed Gordon Bolland not Kitchener. Got chased out the ground, found some poor bastard in a garden covered in blood. Scum for a reason.
Sir Charlie Wright .....one of my heroes when I was a kid, and the keeper in the legendary Eddie Firmani 1968-69 team which so nearly won promotion to the top tier (the proper 'First Division').
What a character and crowd pleaser though ..... our one and only Hong Kong international; renowned for his ability to save the impossible and concede the very occasional cringeworthy 'wish the ground would open up and swallow me' schoolboy-type howler (notoriously through his legs).
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Must have been his little superstition.
RIP Helen
I always use to pop into the cafe he had in Greenwich breakfast wasn't the best but always good to listen to his stories about when he played for us
Funeral is a day before Charlie’s birthday.
Great character, I don't think he ever did it, but I could imagine him having a crafty fag during the game.
RIP Helen!
I can confirm his breakfasts were proper greasy spoon fayre but the atmosphere was always good in there.
Plenty of stories to tell and a wicked sense of humour.
This is such sad news however. He was very complimentary of his wife putting up with him and with football in general. RIP Mrs Wright
A great keeper for us...
Lovely man and a great goalkeeper.
Loved talking Charlton to him in my teenage summer job years working for my Uncle's building firm.
RIP Helen and thoughts with Charlie and his family.
Afterwards we drove to Greenwich, as he wanted to get something to eat, but really it was to meet Charlie - Dad was like a little kid meeting him, as he was one of Dad’s favourites from those llate 60’s sides
Charlie was a brilliant laugh, happy to chat football / Charlton, was concerned about my broken leg, asking ‘will you be able to play football again’ - just a cracking bloke
They say don’t meet your heroes, well Dad did that day, and he was as happy as a pig in poo that afternoon 😃
RIP Helen
He was in goal when I first started going, like all good goalies he was a bit mad. In one game an opposition forward was blocking him as he tried to drop kick it upfield (standard tactic in those days), so he pressed the ball onto the blokes hand and yelled at the ref for handball, which he promptly gave to general hilarity.
Bit of classic Charlie at around 19:30 in the link below, provoking a bit of a rumpus at the old Den, then trying to catch one of the missiles.
https://youtu.be/U1xg_mEgipw?si=JsJFf0RPrTYcYA0G
What a character and crowd pleaser though ..... our one and only Hong Kong international; renowned for his ability to save the impossible and concede the very occasional cringeworthy 'wish the ground would open up and swallow me' schoolboy-type howler (notoriously through his legs).
Miss those days.