They have the ball, we can't get a foot in. When we do, they get it back. Hemmings fouls Page, who is in a lot of pain. The kind of pain you can only imagine. The kind of pain you get when you believe in someone and give everything to them, only for them to throw it back in your face and say sorry. Like that helps.
They have it in our half, knock it around and then go long, Page gets it, to Mav, but intercepted. Edwards gets it, ball is cleared. Johnson has it on the wing, we can't hold the ball right now. Hemmings nealry gets it, but Mav gets in there, Mac gets it, shoots... saved easily.
Rudd goes long as Watt comes short. Messed it up. Hands up, they apologise to each other. But the point is, we no longer have the ball. Eastwood has it. Goes long, Bauer wins it, Lundstrom gets it back, Tex wins it, head tennis, Mac now, to Hall, to Mac, on a run... crosses but it's lame. Page gets it, to Mav, lovely work from Mav again! Tackled, but people clap Mav.
Josh and Watt combine, but doesnt work. Cleared, Bauer wins it, they get the second ball, they attack, but they fuck it, to Crofts, he goes froward, tackled. Throw. Holmes to Joe, he looks for options, finds Page on the left, to Mav, beats his man, finds Joe, to Josh, to Holmes, takes on Scartz, cuts inside, finds watt, ball to Joe, doesnt work, they get it.
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Rudd goes long as Watt comes short. Messed it up. Hands up, they apologise to each other. But the point is, we no longer have the ball. Eastwood has it. Goes long, Bauer wins it, Lundstrom gets it back, Tex wins it, head tennis, Mac now, to Hall, to Mac, on a run... crosses but it's lame. Page gets it, to Mav, lovely work from Mav again! Tackled, but people clap Mav.
I can hear Oxford fans clapping and singing a song to the tune of Come On Feel The Noize.
Holmes has the ball, finds Mav, a late challenge, ref ignores it! Bastard. Possibly. They get a throw. Botaka is coming on for Crofts.
A manager who can ONLY play one formation, regardless of the opposition, their set up and how best to play against them.
A manager who loves the sound of his own voice.
A manager who blindly is pro regime, regardless of their complete lack of football knowledge.
The BEST manager we could possibly attract as a basket case of a football club.
I am literally lost for words. Numb. No pain anymore. The club I grew up loving is dead to me.
My 10 year old son asked for a LOOKMAN EVERTON kit for his birthday, because there are no Charlton players he can look up to.
RIP CAFC as I know it.