A weekend away with my son to visit my daughter and watch my Charlton play. Bloody perfect.
A Friday night journey of four hours, talking football, listening to my kind of music, a decent meal half way up and some real father/son bonding.
A late night arrival in Hull, a hug or two from my daughter, a few drinks and some catching up.
A lazy Saturday morning, a cooked breakfast and a trip to her local for a few pre match drinks.
An arranged meet with a couple of fellow Addicks and a gentle stroll to the ground, with more gossip about the comings and goings at The Valley. For sure, there is plenty to talk about at the moment.
Arrive at the KC 10 minutes before kick off, cheering the lads on non stop and hoping and praying for at least an away goal and 'a performance'.
Post match, back into Hull, a few more bevies and something to eat. Return to daughters house to watch MOTD whilst the youngster go out clubbing or whatever it is they do.
Another lazy Sunday morning waiting for said youngsters to surface. Casual drive home on the Sunday.
The only thing about that perfect weekend that I can't guarantee is the performance of my football club. Please JJ and the boys, whatever is happening in the background, concentrate on the job in hand, put in the effort and with the ability you have, make my weekend perfect.
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It sounds like the sort of weekend that will make memories that will be discussed for decades.
Enjoy!
Fourteen or less = Alas, Roland's bought the cafe.
Plenty of chips? = Welcome to the North, and wishing you a happy weekend.