RIP Keith. The thin blue line gets thinner but shall never go out. So sad to hear of a man who doing his job to protect us has lost his life. A fellow Addick and human being.
Given he sat in the East Stand, that means that I, sat here in Eugene, Oregon, will probably would have walked past him at least a couple of times. The world feels so very, very big at times, and yet can also be quite small.
Such terrible and tragic news from a horrible event. No one should ever be taken the way he did, especially as he was doing his job, serving and protecting us, the public.
I never knew or met him, but as a fellow Addick, it probably makes it more personal. I hope his name will be sung loud and proud at The Valley for the next home Saturday match that we have.
Another reminder that life can be over or change forever within a second. And as a culture, especially us football fans, it's times like now where we show our solidarity and togetherness.
I thought the face looked v familiar and now I see he sat in same East Stand block where I used to be with my Dad, only we were lower down. Probably stood next to him at the bar before the game or brushed shoulders on the way out. Lovely and appropriate tribute by the club. So very sad.
I didn't know you. But I know you shared my passion for Charlton. And I know you worked to make my country safe. For both of those things, I'd like to say: thank you.
The next time I go to the Valley - and I hope it's very soon - you will be in my thoughts. And I am sure you will be in the thoughts of thousands of others there too. We will all go about the usual, everyday business of getting to the ground, by train or car or on foot, going through turnstiles, walking up and down stairs, bumping in to people, finding our way to our seats, waiting, impatiently for the game to start. And we won't give a moment's thought to the fact we got there safely and without incident, thanks to the work that you and your colleagues did for us, every day, day and night, without fail.
But, during the game, and at half-time, and after the game, my eyes will meet those of other fans. And without saying a thing to each other, we will know what the other is thinking: "you know what? Keith was one of us".
Keith your family has lost you, but not without a priceless gift that you have left them. Because they will always know that they had, in their family, a hero.
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Thoughts with all that knew him!
Thoughts and prayers for his family
Sympathies to those who knew him.
Rest in Peace.
It would be a great way for the Charlton family to show their respect.
Such terrible and tragic news from a horrible event. No one should ever be taken the way he did, especially as he was doing his job, serving and protecting us, the public.
I never knew or met him, but as a fellow Addick, it probably makes it more personal. I hope his name will be sung loud and proud at The Valley for the next home Saturday match that we have.
Another reminder that life can be over or change forever within a second. And as a culture, especially us football fans, it's times like now where we show our solidarity and togetherness.
A husband. A father. A hero.
It's all so terrible.
Rest in peace, Keith.
RIP
Live by the sword
RIP Keith. My thoughts and prayers are with your family and friends
I didn't know you. But I know you shared my passion for Charlton. And I know you worked to make my country safe. For both of those things, I'd like to say: thank you.
The next time I go to the Valley - and I hope it's very soon - you will be in my thoughts. And I am sure you will be in the thoughts of thousands of others there too. We will all go about the usual, everyday business of getting to the ground, by train or car or on foot, going through turnstiles, walking up and down stairs, bumping in to people, finding our way to our seats, waiting, impatiently for the game to start. And we won't give a moment's thought to the fact we got there safely and without incident, thanks to the work that you and your colleagues did for us, every day, day and night, without fail.
But, during the game, and at half-time, and after the game, my eyes will meet those of other fans. And without saying a thing to each other, we will know what the other is thinking: "you know what? Keith was one of us".
Keith your family has lost you, but not without a priceless gift that you have left them. Because they will always know that they had, in their family, a hero.
Rest In Peace