I viewed some of the great Vlog’s posted after the penalty shootout vs Doncaster it took my mind back to another era . I was 10 years old at the time of the 74/75 season the club were in dire straits (as were many others) languishing in the old 3rd division, gates were averaging 6-8 thousand my father who worked for the club even brought in a circus act on a match day to try and improve the situation. Fast forward to the last game of the season v PNE to gain promotion under the lights over 25,000 turned up with many ending up on the pitch celebrating a 3-1 win . As Sunday proved charlton don’t need to widen their fan base it’s already there hopefully now they’ll get the financial backing they deserve. I can’t call myself a true supporter as I haven’t been to the valley for years but after “that 94th minute goal” it brought some good memories flooding back. Strange how you can vividly picture moments in your life from 40 odd years ago but can’t remember where you left your car keys.
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As the final whistle approached all the big lads & men came down to the front to leg it on the pitch.
A copper was standing in front of me on the cinder track.
I shouted to him if we were allowed on the pitch at the end and he said "no you're not".
The final whistle blew and over the top everyone went with the copper standing in front of me stopping me.
I thought sod it and ran a few places to the right, leaping the railings onto the cinder track.
I started to run, I could feel the copper trying to grab me, as I ran on to the pitch.
I can still smell the grass to this day.
Ah memories.
http://forum.charltonlife.com/discussion/6815/the-week-that-was-29th-april-1975-charlton-3-preston-1/p1
My elder brother took me to a match at the Valley at about that time where there was a pitch invasion. I was about 9 years old at the time and got stopped from jumping over the East Terrace pitch side fence by a very large policeman who administered a wallop around the ear! I remember Charlton won and everybody was madly celebrating but because I also seem to remember a blue and white halved / quartered kit I always thought it was against Bristol Rovers or Blackburn.
Its bugged me for years that the facts (as detailed in Colin Camerons Stats book) and my memories don't quite line up. But if anyone can remember PNE's kit as being halved or quartered blue and white then it was definitely at that game I was struck about the ear by one of the Mets finest. Happy Days!
She came to that game to make sure me and my brother behaved ourselves as we were due in court the next day.
Mixed emotions that night and unfortunately we never made the pitch.
Terrific celebrations - it seems half the crowd ran on to the pitch ecstatic.
We carried on singing, then chanting for the players to come out again ..... and after a while, they all appeared in the Director's box of the grandstand. And the celebrations started all over again.
Afterwards, many of us then went in The Valley Club and after a while the players came in mixing and chatting with us.
A couple of weeks later, team and supporters flew off together to Tunisia for a mini-football tournament.
But that's another story.
Yes, it was,
You'll remember we all flew over on the plane together, players and supporters, from a then very rustic Luton airport.
I've got a black & white pic too, taken in the hotel grounds with all the party mixed in together.
It was at the Sahara Beach Hotel, in Monastir - where a bomb exploded about 10 years later.
I can't remember much about the football tournament though.
Charlie Williams, the comedian, sat next to me in the plane going out.
And Arthur Horsfield all the way back.
Wish I'd written down all the stories both of them told me!
As most on here, got on the pitch for my first time and remember going mad with a couple of school mates in front of the West Stand. Pissed myself when one, Johnny Statham, caught his flares in the hooped fencing protecting the east terrace from the pitch and fell flat on his face on the cinder track. Johnny would have loved Sunday.
I thought we had blown it when Bob Curtis took one of the worst penalties I've ever seen.
Never made it back to the room and just let go in the lift.