As they say. it's a funny old game.
Despite one of the most depressing evenings I've spent watching The Addicks, here I am 24 hours or so later, looking forward to the Brentford game.
It could be that it's a Saturday. it could be that it's having a few beers with my mates, it could be that there's no way we could play worse than we did last night.
Bottom line, is it's my club. And my sons. And my best mates. And so many of you on here.
And it's why I'm going on Saturday and looking forward to it.
And God willing, I'll be looking forward to a home game on a cold Saturday in October, long after RD has decided he can't change 100 years of history or reinvent the wheel.
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What are you off to see Soaps, I could be tempted!
There's our mass boycott sorted, every Charlton fan goes to their local cinema in protest!
1. You can't buy tickets online easily
2. There's no staff there on Thursdays
3. There's a brand new projector, best in the land but it's not the right aspect ratio for the screen and its operated by a child
4. The ticket booth was taken away by the former owners so now the ticket sales team operate in random positions around the foyer, if you can find one and it's not Thursday and you surrender ALL your personal details (and those of everyone you've been to the cinema with before) then you can buy a golden or silver ticket
5. It only screens cheap foreign films that are injured, or home movies about babies
6. Some of the seats have been recently repainted and it has the best emergency exit walkways in UK cinema history
7. There are only 14 bits of popcorn in the jumbo meal deal bag
8. The cinemas website won't tell you anything about the screenings but the SLP might
9. Yann Kermogant is making movies for fun at a teeny tiny cinema down the road
10. Oh and the sound system is proper proper knackered-it's like the owner doesn't notice through his ear trumpet
I know sport has lots of variables that need to be right to work, but we don't seem to have a purpose or a sense of where we're going.
At least when I started following Charlton we had the valley to fight about, a clear sense of purpose, taking on the world,being the underdog, not always winning, but having a go, it was pretty much the same in the,prem, fighting to beat the odds against relegation, occasionally giving the big boys a bloody nose, and slowly gaining the respect of the football world.
Now everyone I see, who I haven't seen for a while, the first thing they say to me is, what the hell is going on at Chalton, followed by you should have kept hold of Powell or Curbishley, we are bleeding rudderless, I'll always support management as I know it's a thankless task , and I supported and welcomed the transfers that were,made, but it looks like someone has seen us coming right royally.
I can't see where we are,going at the moment, apart from the obvious, I just hope Guy can get his head and the players heads right for Saturday, and prove everyone wrong.
I hate booing, I know it's expressing displeasure at what your seeing, but a negative atmosphere, is like a poison that gets to the players, and drains them of confidence.
I'm not sure about going on Saturday, because if your honest, you can see the writing on the wall, and do I want to end up taking it too seriously and having a crap weekend by stewing on it.
Had a great time so fancy the new Bond this week. Be thinking of you poor lot though.
It didn't work. I stayed at home and we were pants and lost 3-0.
However don't let it be said that I give up too easily. I'm going to stay home on Saturday too, surely they can't be rubbish in my absence again?
I now realise that my previous life supporting Halifax Town equipped me with the stoicism necessary to support Charlton.
You do know that you'll have to give up your seat for any dorset folk that may want to go there don't you?