If and when the new owners take over I hope they keep Robinson on as I think he is doing a decent job and knows this division. If we get to the championship and they are ambitious then maybe change it up to get us to next level as I am not sure he has what it takes to get us there.
I wondered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er charlton Valley, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of red and white Addick fans; Beside the pitch, beneath the stands, Jumping and supporting in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a pitch: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling sport in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the Addick thrills.
Roland stood upon a burning deck, His face was all but fluttered. Nevermind dear boy said a man at the back I am your prospective buyer.
My name isn't Shiek nor Spiv nor Abdul, Nor one of the bods from they syrupy drink of red bull. I indeed drove a bus, it was red like most, I'm a Walrus not Rodney the one from the coast.
Well Ebbsfleet is near and there's something to do whilst I waiting in the sidings with my choo choo ka choos. It's close, it's happening it's gif pleasing good It's not long now before that fucking arsehole sells up and fucks off away from our club.
Roland Out!
Now that was a collaborative effort by Keats and Tennyson, after a night out on the piss.
There once was a message board website, Where a takeover made members up-tight, A thread was created, The facts were debated, But by page one eight seven it was all shite.
Roland stood upon a burning deck, His face was all but fluttered. Nevermind dear boy said a man at the back I am your prospective buyer.
My name isn't Shiek nor Spiv nor Abdul, Nor one of the bods from they syrupy drink of red bull. I indeed drove a bus, it was red like most, I'm a Walrus not Rodney the one from the coast.
Well Ebbsfleet is near and there's something to do whilst I waiting in the sidings with my choo choo ka choos. It's close, it's happening it's gif pleasing good It's not long now before that fucking arsehole sells up and fucks off away from our club.
Roland Out!
I really never expected to see my several times Great Aunt in Law (Felicity Hemans) parodied on Charlton Life.
Life is so full of surprises.
PS Wrong @catfordmorry... 'twas a woman what wrote it.
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That floats on high o'er charlton Valley,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of red and white Addick fans;
Beside the pitch, beneath the stands,
Jumping and supporting in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a pitch:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling sport in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Addick thrills.
Duchatelet OUT!
Where a takeover made members up-tight,
A thread was created,
The facts were debated,
But by page one eight seven it was all shite.
Millwall are blue.
Roland's decrepit.
Meire hasn't a clue.
Life is so full of surprises.
PS Wrong @catfordmorry... 'twas a woman what wrote it.
the sweet smell of your.......
Wooooooooooah, Kaaaaaatrien’s...
God I have been coming here so long that even the poetry threads are repeating themselves.
We're on the 10.30 out of Euston but may not be early enough for a drink before the match.
However, we don't leave Blackburn until 19.32 so maybe we could meet up for one or three after the game ...