So this is shaping up to be a standard Charlton opener by the looks of things! Was missing being there for a split second as the players were coming out......
Bauer heads a clearance, reaches Smith, who brings it forward from his goal, goes long. They're going route 1. JDS wins the header, Clarke picks it up, Bodin flicks, Kashi tackles well, goes left to Ricky, switches to Solly. Nice idea but didn't work.
Harrison Ford expected a foul, didn't get it, is sarcastically applauded by us. Solly has a throw, takes it to JFC, no, to Clarke! He lays it off to JFC, nice ball to Clarke but Jim Broadbent seems to be in everything these days. But he'll always be DC Slater to me.
Kashi has it, looks for PEarce, he finds Clarke, to Holmes, but not quite. Nice football again. It's all very promising, but without end product. But what the hell did you expect? Novak's an idiot.
Bauer to Fosu on the second ball, Harry Sercombe trips but we play on. Solly plays a nice ball but Jim Broadbent gets there. On his debut apparently, and just back from a military tour of Afghanistan! Or Old Town. Hard to tell.
Kashi looks for a clever ball, not quite to JDS so they have it back. Rovers, in the midfield, chip forward, foul!? Not given, they still have it, JDS is finally awarded a free kick.
Corner came in, Harrison!? No, misses, they have it back, in it goes.. Amos punches, but we get a free kick. There was a good chance there but they blew it.
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One less Clarke on the pitch Jimmy
Bauer heads a clearance, reaches Smith, who brings it forward from his goal, goes long. They're going route 1. JDS wins the header, Clarke picks it up, Bodin flicks, Kashi tackles well, goes left to Ricky, switches to Solly. Nice idea but didn't work.
Kashi has it, looks for PEarce, he finds Clarke, to Holmes, but not quite. Nice football again. It's all very promising, but without end product. But what the hell did you expect? Novak's an idiot.
Rovers have possession, knocing it about. Pearce intercepts. Prog rock playing in Starbucks, not ideal.
Lockyer, to Tosh Lines, wipes his moustache, finds Harry Sercombe, (my references are more old school than fresh I just realised, I am my father).
Amos goes to the right, for a throw. Nice.