There are many fans who appropriate our players to an imagined protected family, like caring for a child, or a dog.
You've missed it. Good football is about danger. It is heroic: about superb technical skills, guts and fire. Quick intelligence, rehearsed wit to know what your mate is doing – then score.
We are dull men. Look at our academy. Joe Piggott – many fans cosseted him. Failed. Poyet: all that crab-like defence. Failed. Callum Harriott – dribbled around on the periphery. Failed.
Children are beguiled by a step-over: Lookman does it and the fans swoon with delight. Yet, watch his pass – straight to our opponents, who surge forward.
Directly after half-time, at 0-0, we must come out fighting. Home at The Valley. Go for the jugular.
Yet, we are bogged down for 20 minutes in this dreary back-left corner while Fox makes a mess of it all – a ricochet for a disputed throw. And again.
Twenty minutes to go, and there's a long, high pass from the right to Lookman on the left – searing and true. During the trajectory, three defenders ambush him. He hasn't got a hope: our midfielders are trundling thirty yards away. Another throw-in. Our opponents are winning.
There was a lovely vignette a few years back under Powell at the Covered End. Ball flashed over the six-yard box – and Jackson, Kermorgant and Bradley Wright-Phillips dived at once and ended in an architectural towering heap, one on each – ball had gone out – and BWP, at the bottom, hammered his fists on the turf in frustration.
Josh Magennis has this vital intensity, too. Home to Coventry a couple of weeks ago. Bang! – He sprinted off to the corner, nicked the ball off an unsuspecting defender, muscled across, and scored. Ten minutes later, he did it again: set up Lookman six yards out – who skied to the upper tier.
Magennis and Holmes did not come through our academy.
Why does Ron Managers Voice go through my head every time I read one of your lengthy posts
There are many fans who appropriate our players to an imagined protected family, like caring for a child, or a dog.
You've missed it. Good football is about danger. It is heroic: about superb technical skills, guts and fire. Quick intelligence, rehearsed wit to know what your mate is doing – then score.
We are dull men. Look at our academy. Joe Piggott – many fans cosseted him. Failed. Poyet: all that crab-like defence. Failed. Callum Harriott – dribbled around on the periphery. Failed.
Children are beguiled by a step-over: Lookman does it and the fans swoon with delight. Yet, watch his pass – straight to our opponents, who surge forward.
Directly after half-time, at 0-0, we must come out fighting. Home at The Valley. Go for the jugular.
Yet, we are bogged down for 20 minutes in this dreary back-left corner while Fox makes a mess of it all – a ricochet for a disputed throw. And again.
Twenty minutes to go, and there's a long, high pass from the right to Lookman on the left – searing and true. During the trajectory, three defenders ambush him. He hasn't got a hope: our midfielders are trundling thirty yards away. Another throw-in. Our opponents are winning.
There was a lovely vignette a few years back under Powell at the Covered End. Ball flashed over the six-yard box – and Jackson, Kermorgant and Bradley Wright-Phillips dived at once and ended in an architectural towering heap, one on each – ball had gone out – and BWP, at the bottom, hammered his fists on the turf in frustration.
Josh Magennis has this intensity, too. Home to Coventry a couple of weeks ago. Bang! – He sprinted off to the corner, nicked the ball off an unsuspecting defender, muscled across, and scored. Ten minutes later, he did it again: set up Lookman six yards out – who skied to the upper tier.
Magennis and Holmes did not come through our academy.
Is this the new manager thread? Can I apply?
The desire to win.
Opposition has the ball, press to win it back.
We have the ball, make space, make it quickly and push forwards with always an eye on a pass to goal.
There are many fans who appropriate our players to an imagined protected family, like caring for a child, or a dog.
You've missed it. Good football is about danger. It is heroic: about superb technical skills, guts and fire. Quick intelligence, rehearsed wit to know what your mate is doing – then score.
We are dull men. Look at our academy. Joe Piggott – many fans cosseted him. Failed. Poyet: all that crab-like defence. Failed. Callum Harriott – dribbled around on the periphery. Failed.
Children are beguiled by a step-over: Lookman does it and the fans swoon with delight. Yet, watch his pass – straight to our opponents, who surge forward.
Directly after half-time, at 0-0, we must come out fighting. Home at The Valley. Go for the jugular.
Yet, we are bogged down for 20 minutes in this dreary back-left corner while Fox makes a mess of it all – a ricochet for a disputed throw. And again.
Twenty minutes to go, and there's a long, high pass from the right to Lookman on the left – searing and true. During the trajectory, three defenders ambush him. He hasn't got a hope: our midfielders are trundling thirty yards away. Another throw-in. Our opponents are winning.
There was a lovely vignette a few years back under Powell at the Covered End. Ball flashed over the six-yard box – and Jackson, Kermorgant and Bradley Wright-Phillips dived at once and ended in an architectural towering heap, one on each – ball had gone out – and BWP, at the bottom, hammered his fists on the turf in frustration.
Josh Magennis has this intensity, too. Home to Coventry a couple of weeks ago. Bang! – He sprinted off to the corner, nicked the ball off an unsuspecting defender, muscled across, and scored. Ten minutes later, he did it again: set up Lookman six yards out – who skied to the upper tier.
Magennis and Holmes did not come through our academy.
Is this the new manager thread? Can I apply?
The desire to win.
Opposition has the ball, press to win it back.
We have the ball, make space, make it quickly and push forwards with always an eye on a pass to goal.
There are many fans who appropriate our players to an imagined protected family, like caring for a child, or a dog.
You've missed it. Good football is about danger. It is heroic: about superb technical skills, guts and fire. Quick intelligence, rehearsed wit to know what your mate is doing – then score.
We are dull men. Look at our academy. Joe Piggott – many fans cosseted him. Failed. Poyet: all that crab-like defence. Failed. Callum Harriott – dribbled around on the periphery. Failed.
Children are beguiled by a step-over: Lookman does it and the fans swoon with delight. Yet, watch his pass – straight to our opponents, who surge forward.
Directly after half-time, at 0-0, we must come out fighting. Home at The Valley. Go for the jugular.
Yet, we are bogged down for 20 minutes in this dreary back-left corner while Fox makes a mess of it all – a ricochet for a disputed throw. And again.
Twenty minutes to go, and there's a long, high pass from the right to Lookman on the left – searing and true. During the trajectory, three defenders ambush him. He hasn't got a hope: our midfielders are trundling thirty yards away. Another throw-in. Our opponents are winning.
There was a lovely vignette a few years back under Powell at the Covered End. Ball flashed over the six-yard box – and Jackson, Kermorgant and Bradley Wright-Phillips dived at once and ended in an architectural towering heap, one on each – ball had gone out – and BWP, at the bottom, hammered his fists on the turf in frustration.
Josh Magennis has this vital intensity, too. Home to Coventry a couple of weeks ago. Bang! – He sprinted off to the corner, nicked the ball off an unsuspecting defender, muscled across, and scored. Ten minutes later, he did it again: set up Lookman six yards out – who skied to the upper tier.
Magennis and Holmes did not come through our academy.
If you wrote a book I would read it cover-to-cover twice.
Suspect that the plan is to do nothing at this stage and then in a couple of months, when they hope that the fans have given up on the issue, quietly announce that O'laughable has been appointed.
Jackson as manager would be quite wrong. We don't want friendship with the players from our man in charge; we want an authority to make changes and get results. The fans' fondness would render him 'untouchable', beyond criticism. Folk who don't see that Jackson is part of the problem, not the solution, are forgetting Jackson's frank admittance of responsibility when we were relegated last season: “It's the players' fault”.
Of course Duchatelet is an arse, but the players themselves must carry the can. I have not missed a home league game in six years, and by God I have watched some appalling rubbish.
Suspect that the plan is to do nothing at this stage and then in a couple of months, when they hope that the fans have given up on the issue, quietly announce that O'laughable has been appointed.
Probably right. Nugent for a short while then the inevitable ?-0 trouncing at Millwall will see him gone and CO'L in.
There are many fans who appropriate our players to an imagined protected family, like caring for a child, or a dog.
You've missed it. Good football is about danger. It is heroic: about superb technical skills, guts and fire. Quick intelligence, rehearsed wit to know what your mate is doing – then score.
We are dull men. Look at our academy. Joe Piggott – many fans cosseted him. Failed. Poyet: all that crab-like defence. Failed. Callum Harriott – dribbled around on the periphery. Failed.
Children are beguiled by a step-over: Lookman does it and the fans swoon with delight. Yet, watch his pass – straight to our opponents, who surge forward.
Directly after half-time, at 0-0, we must come out fighting. Home at The Valley. Go for the jugular.
Yet, we are bogged down for 20 minutes in this dreary back-left corner while Fox makes a mess of it all – a ricochet for a disputed throw. And again.
Twenty minutes to go, and there's a long, high pass from the right to Lookman on the left – searing and true. During the trajectory, three defenders ambush him. He hasn't got a hope: our midfielders are trundling thirty yards away. Another throw-in. Our opponents are winning.
There was a lovely vignette a few years back under Powell at the Covered End. Ball flashed over the six-yard box – and Jackson, Kermorgant and Bradley Wright-Phillips dived at once and ended in an architectural towering heap, one on each – ball had gone out – and BWP, at the bottom, hammered his fists on the turf in frustration.
Josh Magennis has this vital intensity, too. Home to Coventry a couple of weeks ago. Bang! – He sprinted off to the corner, nicked the ball off an unsuspecting defender, muscled across, and scored. Ten minutes later, he did it again: set up Lookman six yards out – who skied to the upper tier.
Magennis and Holmes did not come through our academy.
all the right words ..."but not necessarily in the right order"
Anyone with an ounce of common sense would only agree to come if RD agreed to total football autonomy, an agreed transfer budget for January and a longish contract. All things I doubt they will put in writing. Probably rules out Caldwell, Adkins etc unless they are desperate. We are not in the least bit attractive to anyone at the moment.
Because that is what happens when you put a junior lawyer in charge - remember 20 other clubs appointed a manager in the summer between the final removal of Riga and the appointment of Russell.
BTW I must congratulate the PR firm in almost getting the regime to shut up - always the best course of action when dealing with blithering idiots.
Four days isn't really a long time to appoint someone in the real world, let alone in football.
It's better to get it right then rush the appointment.
Many clubs would have someone lined up already and at Charlton M Duchatelet normally has one or two already on the pay roll.
But what does the time being taken tell us?
That Slade was sacked very suddenly and without much thought or planning? perhaps. This would support the theory that is was the Belgium 20 and the Flanders 14 who made Roland crack.
I'm not sure I believe that or at least that it wasn't the only or main factor.
I think that RD was pushing Slade to take CO'L on as a coach and Slade was saying no. RD waited, as he did with Powell, for one defeat and then wielded the axe.
I don't think RD or KM knew who to appoint other than CO'L and for some reason they won't do that or at least not as yet. In a few months time he will be seen as having EFL experience and so a suitable appointment.
My guess is that they want another manager with English experience but they have to find someone who will take the job at the salary CAFC will offer and under the conditions ie Driesen and O'Loughlin they want too.
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He comes from Portugal...
http://sportwitness.co.uk/former-charlton-athletic-player-still-loves-fans-wants-manage-club-i-not-hesitate/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter
The desire to win.
Opposition has the ball, press to win it back.
We have the ball, make space, make it quickly and push forwards with always an eye on a pass to goal.
His time will come once this lot have jogged on.
I like the sound of this Congo Chris O' Loser fella. We could do a lot worse than someone with experience of jungle combat and suburban Belgium.
How tall is he by the way?
Of course Duchatelet is an arse, but the players themselves must carry the can. I have not missed a home league game in six years, and by God I have watched some appalling rubbish.
Nugent for a short while then the inevitable ?-0 trouncing at Millwall will see him gone and CO'L in.
BTW I must congratulate the PR firm in almost getting the regime to shut up - always the best course of action when dealing with blithering idiots.
It's better to get it right then rush the appointment.
Many clubs would have someone lined up already and at Charlton M Duchatelet normally has one or two already on the pay roll.
But what does the time being taken tell us?
That Slade was sacked very suddenly and without much thought or planning? perhaps. This would support the theory that is was the Belgium 20 and the Flanders 14 who made Roland crack.
I'm not sure I believe that or at least that it wasn't the only or main factor.
I think that RD was pushing Slade to take CO'L on as a coach and Slade was saying no. RD waited, as he did with Powell, for one defeat and then wielded the axe.
I don't think RD or KM knew who to appoint other than CO'L and for some reason they won't do that or at least not as yet. In a few months time he will be seen as having EFL experience and so a suitable appointment.
My guess is that they want another manager with English experience but they have to find someone who will take the job at the salary CAFC will offer and under the conditions ie Driesen and O'Loughlin they want too.