First time I ever went to Priestfield. Before satnavs. Pulled up behind a car with a Gills scarf on the back shelf. Great I thought. Follow him. Followed him for about 20 mins until he pulled up onto the drive of his house. In fairness it wasn’t that far from the ground. Missed start of match.
Not in the Seb category, but drove back from Shrewsbury play off (away) direct to Dover, got 1am train from Dover to Calais, drove through the night through France and Belgium and then got to my office in Luxembourg on Monday morning for 8am.
Wracked my brains and I can confirm my years of support have been very mundane.
Yes, me too. I seem to remember running from the Royal Standard once because the kick off was earlier than I thought. I also got soaked watching us play Bury once.
I cant think of anything really but in the 2000-01 and 2001-02 seasons I only missed one home game, commuting all the way from Winchester. It ain't that impressive to be fair. Season before that I think the only home game I missed was when I was at V99.
I watched us play Wycombe at home in the league cup under led Reid in 2006.
I continued to support Charlton after that.
Mr W and I took time off work and flew down from Glasgow for that match. One of the worst.
Then there was the time we drove to Grimsby away from Glasgow - because I thought it was on the way to Manchester, from where we were flying to Kenya on holiday. Only realised where Grimsby was on opening the road atlas (remember those days?) in the car. We got to Grimsby at 3pm only to discover the ground is in Cleethorpes. Made it through turnstiles at 3.15, Clive Mendonca having scored what turned out to be the only goal of the game a minute or two earlier - for them.
Not sure either is incredible but certainly stupid.
Sebbo's 1,000th consecutive game is one hell of an achievement and it's got me wondering what other great feats of Charlton support people have completed?
Ever walked miles to a game? Hitch-hiked to Carlisle? Anything else?
Did exactly that - hitch-hiked to Carlisle that is but from Cardiff not Charlton. Went on the Lewes coach to Cardiff away on Weds 14th August 1968 (for the 1-0 win) then hitched up to Carlisle for the Saturday game (1-1 draw). Then hitched back to London arriving back early hours of Sunday morning.
(Footnote - I think it was this one where the coach caught fire on the way to Cardiff and they had to send for a replacement).
Plus, walked with many others, on the march from The Valley to Loftus Road to show support for new manager Eddie Firmani. This must have been the away game v QPR in September 1967.
Memorable trip home from Old Trafford after Mark Stuart’s winner my car burst into flames on the dual carriageway near the ground causing traffic chaos. The 5 of us hitched and whilst 3 got a CAFC fan, we got a cockney red. Dropped us somewhere in North London and tubed it back to Charing X
Hate to tell you this MuttleyCAFC,it also includes pre season friendlys aswell.
Pretty sure it doesn't. He hasn't missed one in the same time but I'm pretty sure he doesn't count pre season games in the tally.
He doesn’t count pre-season but still goes to most, there’s pictures of Seb on his FB Page going to the behind closed doors pre season friendly at QPR & watching it through a hole in the fence - bloke is a legend
I started putting my change in a jar in 1968 to make sure I had the money for our first competitive European fixture. I am now only a couple of seasons shy of being able to buy the club.
If you want to put in an offer now we'll pass the hat round for the difference.
In the early 70s my Dad drove us to Oxford for an away game. Struggled to find the ground and when we arrived it was closed. We were stood outside Oxford City’s ground!
A few of us made a late decision to spend NY in Amsterdam in 89. Everyone booked for 3 nights but me and one of my mates wanted to come back for the home game against Southampton. After getting completely wankered on NYE, we got up and flew home in the morning and went straight to the game.
Looking back on it, we must have been fucking mad.
A few of us made a late decision to spend NY in Amsterdam in 89. Everyone booked for 3 nights but me and one of my mates wanted to come back for the home game against Southampton. After getting completely wankered on NYE, we got up and flew home in the morning and went straight to the game.
Looking back on it, we must have been fucking mad.
We lost 4 2.
The only bit that shocked me about this was ‘we got up and flew home’
Booked to take my wife away to Los Angeles for 5 or 6 nights from Friday through one weekend, after telling her I realised we were playing at home the following midweek. I staged a mock phone call from a travel agent saying we would have to fly home a day early, so I could get watch us play Hartlepool in the cup with Jay Bothroyd scoring the only goal. To soften the blow I got us lounge tickets and took her with me.......
21 people going to China isn't a bad shout, 5 of whom came back with tattoos in Cantonese saying Charlton. And before anyone says egg fried rice etc, translation has been verified by numerous sources.
21 people going to China isn't a bad shout, 5 of whom came back with tattoos in Cantonese saying Charlton. And before anyone says egg fried rice etc, translation has been verified by numerous sources.
Nothing much can top this for attending an away friendly.
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Not even got a season ticket this year. Hurry up and fuck off Roland.
Then there was the time we drove to Grimsby away from Glasgow - because I thought it was on the way to Manchester, from where we were flying to Kenya on holiday. Only realised where Grimsby was on opening the road atlas (remember those days?) in the car. We got to Grimsby at 3pm only to discover the ground is in Cleethorpes. Made it through turnstiles at 3.15, Clive Mendonca having scored what turned out to be the only goal of the game a minute or two earlier - for them.
Not sure either is incredible but certainly stupid.
Went on the Lewes coach to Cardiff away on Weds 14th August 1968 (for the 1-0 win) then hitched up to Carlisle for the Saturday game (1-1 draw). Then hitched back to London arriving back early hours of Sunday morning.
(Footnote - I think it was this one where the coach caught fire on the way to Cardiff and they had to send for a replacement).
Plus, walked with many others, on the march from The Valley to Loftus Road to show support for new manager Eddie Firmani. This must have been the away game v QPR in September 1967.
Looking back on it, we must have been fucking mad.
We lost 4 2.
I would’ve assumed there was no going to bed