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Counting the Days 'Til Roland Duchatelet Sells Charlton Athletic
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( apologies that the old count went a bit haywire yesterday. There’s been a lot of that in the last 4 years
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Day 1521.
He’s still here.
Oh hurry up and do it fuck0 -
Day 1522.
He’s still here.
Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..0 -
no need to apologise fella, nobody blames you, the old cunt went haywire long before he bought Charlton off the spivs3blokes said:( apologies that the old count went a bit haywire yesterday. There’s been a lot of that in the last 4 years
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Day 1521.
He’s still here.
Oh hurry up and do it fuck1 -
Day 1523.
And so it drags on.
He’s still here.
Going to need a bigger thread.
Oh fuck...0 -
What, he's thinking of leaving?1
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I think it’s just a message board thing....soapy_jones said:What, he's thinking of leaving?
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Day 1524 and 1525.
It is another Saturday morning in the shed, where the B.O is studying a spreadsheet on the World Cup.
“ How do I get into this league?” he muses quietly to himself, “the hotel opportunities are immense.”
Just then, there’s a knock and Mrs. B.O enters with his coffee and little ameretto biscuit, followed by a group of people.
“There’s some more political party folk here to see you.” She says, putting his coffee down next to a box of rivets.
“ Oh.” says The B.O, looking round at the small group. “So...which party are you from?”
“ The We Really Hate You A Lot Party.” says one man.
“Oh, I see.” says The B.O.
“ Actually,” says a woman, “ I’m from The We Really Fucking Hate You A Lot Party. ”
“ I see.” replies The B.O. looking at her.
“ We’re a bit more to the left.” She explains.
The B.O. nods.
Another man puts his hand up.
“I’m from The Sell Up You Utter Tosser Muppet Party.” He says. “But we’re affiliated to the other two.”
“ As am I.” says another, “ I’m from The You Unbelievable Cock, Why Don’t You Fuck Off Party.”
“ We’re the same as that last one, but with caps lock.” says another.
“ I see.” says The B.O. He looks at a child who is standing there. “ What about you?”
“I’m the new manager. I’ll be 10 next month.” She says.
The B.O looks round at them all.
“ I see......but what do any of you actually WANT??!!” He says, irritably.
There is a bit of an undignified scuffle at this point, which we had best leave, as it involves a selection of rivets, duck tape and an amaretto biscuit, and we’ll depart with the B.O’s cry of “ TELL ME WHY I CAN’T FUCKING BUY SPAIN,YOU BASTARDS, THE HOTEL OPPORTUNITIES ARE IMMENSE!!”
Have a good weekend. It’s all a dream.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck.
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Day 1526.
He’s still here.
Oh come on England fuck..1 -
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Day 1527.
He’s still here.
Oh last minute winner fuck..2 -
Day 1528.
He’s still here. It’s not big and it’s not clever.
Oh statement due fuck..1 -
Day 1529
He’s still here.
Oh bin fuck...0 -
Oh fixtures out already and we haven't got a team and the statement didn't really help much but it was nice of them to do it will it all end before my head rotates and explodes time for my medication fuck2
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From a bumpy ride to disappearing down a sink hole.
A joint statement fuck,2 -
Day 1530.
He’s still here. Is he going to remain as some sort of duck taping Rigsby? If that’s the case that’s not forward, that’s more like a slow meander to oblivion imo.
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Day 1531 and 1532.
It is yet another Saturday morning and the B.O is in his shed, staring at a box on his bench.
Mrs B.O enters with his coffee and a mallet. It has not been a good week, and she’s ready to administer The Mallet Of Almighty Righteous Justice as it may be required.
And besides, it was much more fun than giving him a fucking little amaretto biscuit.
The B.O. turns to look at her.
“ Ah my dear!” He says brightly, “ You have come just at a most opportune moment! For you can observe me at my most fucking visionaryness! I have here my gift to science! You have heard, of course, of Schrodinger’s Cat. Well, I have here..... Schrodinger’s Kloob!”
Mrs. B.O felt her grip tighten on the Mallet of Almighty Righteous Justice.
“ Oh God.” she mutters under her breath.
“ YES!” cries The B.O suddenly making her jump. “ De kloob is both dead and alive inside the box! In a state of quantum flux, both sold and not sold until I decide to take the fucking lid off!”
The B.O stands up at this point and has a faraway look.
It is in a state of superposition!” He proclaims.
Mrs. B.O lets out a snort.
“No, it’s not, it’s dropped a fucking league, you muppet, and it currently is being run by the tea lady. More like, it is in a state of Super Fucked. Why don’t you just walk away from it!”
“ My dear woman—” begins the B.O, but he stops, as the box moves a little on the bench.
Mrs. B.O turns and eyes it suspiciously, then looks over to the B.O.
“ Have you put the cat in that box?” She says, with a slight hint of menace.
The B.O shuffles awkwardly, and stares at her with a strange look on his face.
“ Er, no, I....have....no...idea...where little Ducktape is...”
He starts looking around the floor and calling.
“ Ducktape?....Ducktape?.....Where are you?” he coos.
Mrs. B.O lets out a long sigh.
“Let Ducktape out of the fucking box.” She says evenly.
“ But he’s not in there!” cries the B.O defensively
At this point the box moves again on the bench.
Oh dear.
It is probably best that we leave the scene here, to let the matter be resolved by The Mallet Of Almighty Righteous Justice (and let’s hope little Ducktape gets a nice saucer of milk).
He’s still here. Or not.
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I shall miss your Saturday posts when he is no longer with us that's for sure.1
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Don't worry, @blackpool72 .
I bet @3blokes already has contingency plans, replacing the shed with a bench under the shade of a coolibah tree next to a billabong if the long anticipated take-over turns out to be more of what we have suffered under the current B.O.4 -
I reckon he's going to start a new thread.
Counting the days since Roland sold the club.
Day 1 he's gone thank fuck.5 -
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Day 1533.
Well, he’s still here. Who’d have thought it.
Oh fuck..
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I couldn't stand another 2 seasons of this.
Summer and Autumn, oh fuck.0 -
Day 1534.
The Belgian Rigsby’s still here.
Oh fuck..4 -
I like your opening bid of a Rigsby but will raise you a Rachman.
We already have a heating system with no boiler, and recently reported dodgy electrics at The Valley, not to mention the previous attempt at driving out older fans with his noisy neighbour technique in the shape of the house DJ, and bully-boy antics from the anonymous security men!
Having RD as our owner for another season would be bad, and in my opinion likely to result in a relegation scrap, but having him as our landlord could be far worse for the long term future of the club.1 -
I want to assure 3blokes that he will be mentioned in dispatches, for his sterling work and dedication, and I hope you see this through to the bitter end.
Oh my days fuck.1 -
Day 1535.
He’s still here, what a huge great waste of everything.
Oh Dick Dastardly fuck....0 -
Day 1536.
He’s still here.
Oh fuck...0 -
Day 1537
The old breakfast snatcher is still here.
Oh corn flake fuck...1 -
He probably thinks they only need a croissant and a coffee to fuel their morning training.0
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Agreed. If there is indeed a decoration available, "Companion of the Bath, for services to the eradication of Belgian anal warts", then i hope Her Maj offers it up!soapboxsam said:I want to assure 3blokes that he will be mentioned in dispatches, for his sterling work and dedication, and I hope you see this through to the bitter end.
Oh my days fuck.2
