Munching on a bag monkey nuts on the East Stand trying to work out what half time scores corresponded with which letter of the Alphabet displayed at the side of the pitch. Happy days.
Some special night games - beating Pompey 4-1 - in1967 I think they had beaten us 4 nil at Fratton Prk just before that and beating Southampton 6 -2 ?Very happy days
Drinks with my old man and half a dozen of his mates (all now shuffled off this mortal coil) in the Stones club. Chatting to the players (Killer, Colin Powell, Jimmy Giles etc) in the club after the game. Running on the pitch at the full time whistle, they never gave banning orders for that. Walking round to the south stand. The mahoosive east terrace. Happy Days
Peanuts. Standing where ever I fancied. The half time boards. Night games, don't think many grounds suited lights as much as the valley. Legging it on the pitch at full time. Fuck, I even enjoyed the journey from abbey wood such was the anticipation of a game. I loved the valley as a kid
The scarves around ya wrists,was only bout ten mid seventies. Counting the away fans in the toilets for the big boys(what a div) Standing admiring the lads at the back of the covered end and I am guessing Late seventies knees up mother brown and the surges goal wards from the back. Standing by the bar watching the top boys having fun thinking I wanna b part of it. Late seventies along wiv a few others on here getting up to mischief. Most of all though I remember a club with little support & tons of passion little old Charlton.
The sights and sounds when turning the corner at the top of Floyd Road. Newspaper sellers, Rosette stalls, Hamburger stalls etc.
Standing on the front railings on the East Terrace.
Schoolboys with white trays moving around the track selling chipmunk crisps, wagon wheels, wrigleys and kiaora orange.
The programme shop under the floodlight between the Covered End and East Terrace, and buying the programme from the previous weeks away match.
Seeing the red shirts run onto the pitch for the first time at 2-55pm, as the Red Red Robin started up. No pre-match warm up on the pitch in the sixties.
Edging slowly across the Covered End at the end of the game towards the main exit with most of the East Terrace.
Finding all my mates in The Covered End as it filled up and waiting to see what the day had in store. Hales, Flanagan, Powell and Peacock trying to outscore the opposition. Away fans making suicidal attacks on the Covered End. Light ale and pissing up concrete urinals in the open air. Swearing we would all be there forever - where have they all gone?
Walking down from Charlton Park and going in the Sam Bartram entrance with my dad. Killer Hales, Dick Tydeman, Keith Peacock and Arthur Horsfield. The half time score puzzleogram in the corner. My club bitch!
Walking down from Charlton Park and going in the Sam Bartram entrance with my dad. Killer Hales, Dick Tydeman, Keith Peacock and Arthur Horsfield. The half time score puzzleogram in the corner. My club bitch!
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Fuck of you millwall bastads we are the Charlton boy's
Happy days.
3.30 winners and your half times.
Happy days indeed
Killer
La la la Barry Endean.
Chatting to the players (Killer, Colin Powell, Jimmy Giles etc) in the club after the game.
Running on the pitch at the full time whistle, they never gave banning orders for that.
Walking round to the south stand.
The mahoosive east terrace.
Happy Days
Leg end in my sweet blue eyes.
Wish I had had as much bottle that he showed on the pitch when I saw him outside the ground, and should have asked him for a chat and an autograph.
Counting the away fans in the toilets for the big boys(what a div)
Standing admiring the lads at the back of the covered end and I am guessing Late seventies knees up mother brown and the surges goal wards from the back.
Standing by the bar watching the top boys having fun thinking I wanna b part of it.
Late seventies along wiv a few others on here getting up to mischief.
Most of all though I remember a club with little support & tons of passion little old Charlton.
Just sell the club and fuck off
Standing on the front railings on the East Terrace.
Schoolboys with white trays moving around the track selling chipmunk crisps, wagon wheels, wrigleys and kiaora orange.
The programme shop under the floodlight between the Covered End and East Terrace, and buying the programme from the previous weeks away match.
Seeing the red shirts run onto the pitch for the first time at 2-55pm, as the Red Red Robin started up. No pre-match warm up on the pitch in the sixties.
Edging slowly across the Covered End at the end of the game towards the main exit with most of the East Terrace.
My club bitch!