I was at the Brighton game, my first away game outside London. 5 0 down at half time and it was pissing down. I think Jimmy Case scored a hat trick.
I tried to leave at halftime, the police wouldn't let me out. I don't remember it raining but to be honest I don't remember much of that day, as a teenager at the time with copious amounts of alcohol and other stuff in me tends to fade the brain.
Ha. I mentioned on another thread recently that a copper refused to let us out at 5-0. Told us we had to stay and suffer it.
1959 we lost to Aston Villa 11 -1 away. That is a hammering. No subs in those days though, can't remember if we were down to 9 or 10 players during the game. Thankfully I wasn't at the game.
Saw the return game at the Valley we won 2-0 with a full team.
I went to the Brighton game. My dad and I were fixing something at my house (or rather he was fixing it and I was there for moral support). The work was finished around 12.30 and I said let’s go to the game, I said we could get to that section of the new M25 that’s being built in about 20 minutes or so and it already connects to the M23. Obviously observing the speed limit we were in Brighton about an hour and a half later and asking locals where the ground was. There was a small bar in the ground and bumped into my mates, all in bouyant anticipation for the game to come. After the game the police held up traffic so the coaches with charlton fans could be cleared out first under escort and as they were going by in convoy I pulled out into a gap between two coaches and joined it. Again, obviously observing the speed limit, we were back in under 2 hours. Whenever I think of that game all can ever remember was the two journeys and joking before the game. The game itself has been erased from memory.
I remember the early exodus back to the station, when we scored to make it 7-1, the reporter said we was coming back into the game with 2 minutes left.
One of my oldest friends and often companion to games (and recent VG winner - jammy git) decided to throw either a toilet roll or a till roll onto the pitch following one of our rare attacks.
Being more of a muso than an athlete, said roll never quite made the pitch, but hit a Sussex PC square on the back of his helmet, much to the amusement of the travelling hoards.
Said PC turned around immediately searching through the now jeering Charlton fans for the culprit. With scarce chance of identifying the hooligan, he was most surprised to see one hand being raised amidst the sea of humanity facing him about 40 rows back.
"Sorry Officer, I didn't mean to hit you" came the plaintive cry from said mate.
Losing 3-0 at Wigan, Henri Camara hat trick. Think it was where the rail tickets were paid for by the club,
Players came over to the fans at the end and were promptly told to eff off in no uncertain terms.
A few of us stayed up there for that game. We tried to leave early but @1905 was being stubborn and wanted to stay until the end. We threatened to try to get chucked out by winding the stewards up so he eventually relented.
Was a fairly eventful weekend. A load of us were in a city centre pub before the game and a few local herberts started coming in a milling around. Eventually, one of them came up to us and told us they were the Wigan Goon Squad and did we want to know. When we told them no, we just wanted a drink, he turned round and said "ok, no problem, if you need any gear, just let us know". We finished our drinks and fucked off.
The next morning we were waiting for @1905 in his room as he was in the shower. Suddenly we heard a big crash, followed by him running out of the shower stark naked, blood running down his arm, swearing loudly and rubbing his (very red) chest. Turned out he'd leant down to turn the water off but turned it to the hottest setting and scalded himself. Instead of just turning it off, he'd dived out of the shower, taking the curtain with him, knocked a glass onto the floor that had smashed and cut his arm as he hit the deck.
Yep agreed. Some guys were trying to climb over the high fence to get out as the gates were locked, we had all had enough well before the end.
I definitely got out, as I remember being half way down the M1 when I heard on the radio that Paddy Powell had scored. I had enough when i saw that even plod were laughing at us. Never left a game before the end before or since.
Leeds 1-6 at home was a modern disgrace. Somebody on Valley Pass should get Curbs to explain how that happened. Might stop people like Bob Whitehand calling him for him to replace Bow.
Another one not mentioned above was 1-5 at home to Rotherham, ripped apart by Tony Towner on the wing and Ronnie Moore to knock 'em in. We then went on to sign both of them, in Ronnie's case with the help of fans' money. I helped collect coins at The Valley. Towner in particular was abject for us.
Losing 5-1 at home to rock bottom Luton on a freezing cold Tuesday evening in the late 70s. Remember my friend laughing as we conceded 3 in a 5 minute spell in the second half. An ageing John Aston ripped us to shreds.
Little did I know it would get worse at Luton. 7-1. We were outside the ground and ran back in when we scored. Believe Peter Burrows on Radio London commented that at last the Charlton comeback was on.
Losing 5-1 at home to rock bottom Luton on a freezing cold Tuesday evening in the late 70s. Remember my friend laughing as we conceded 3 in a 5 minute spell in the second half. An ageing John Aston ripped us to shreds.
Little did I know it would get worse at Luton. 7-1. We were outside the ground and ran back in when we scored. Believe Peter Burrows on Radio London commented that at last the Charlton comeback was on.
Was there that night too mate...think it was 1-1 at HT...and as you say we lost it after HT...
Saw the Leeds 1-6 and at Norwich 5-0 in the late 70's but missed the other hammerings.
I remember that Leeds game 1-0 down inside the first ten minutes and it just got worse and worse, everything they tried just came off, Viduka hat trick i think. Totally a pissed off day all round
I was privileged to see the Brighton 7-0 Luton 7-1 and Burnley 7-1...
But for sheer fun I recall going to Bolton losing 5-0 catching pneumonia from the pouring rain with some mates in the away end wearing just their socks as their Doc Martins had been confiscated... And to make matters worse I'm sure the following week we went to Bristol City and got whacked 4-0 and chased halfway round Bristol afterwards.
Thanks so much Heather for taking me down memory lane.. My dad and me were on Eddie' coach too...
A game never to be forgotten especially as my dad developed some sort of temporary tourettes afterwards. I had never heard my dad swear ever until that day!
I've always hated going to Luton and consider them one of our bogey teams of all time.
Losing 3-0 at Wigan, Henri Camara hat trick. Think it was where the rail tickets were paid for by the club,
Players came over to the fans at the end and were promptly told to eff off in no uncertain terms.
A few of us stayed up there for that game. We tried to leave early but @1905 was being stubborn and wanted to stay until the end. We threatened to try to get chucked out by winding the stewards up so he eventually relented.
Was a fairly eventful weekend. A load of us were in a city centre pub before the game and a few local herberts started coming in a milling around. Eventually, one of them came up to us and told us they were the Wigan Goon Squad and did we want to know. When we told them no, we just wanted a drink, he turned round and said "ok, no problem, if you need any gear, just let us know". We finished our drinks and fucked off.
The next morning we were waiting for @1905 in his room as he was in the shower. Suddenly we heard a big crash, followed by him running out of the shower stark naked, blood running down his arm, swearing loudly and rubbing his (very red) chest. Turned out he'd leant down to turn the water off but turned it to the hottest setting and scalded himself. Instead of just turning it off, he'd dived out of the shower, taking the curtain with him, knocked a glass onto the floor that had smashed and cut his arm as he hit the deck.
Thanks so much Heather for taking me down memory lane.. My dad and me were on Eddie' coach too...
A game never to be forgotten especially as my dad developed some sort of temporary tourettes afterwards. I had never heard my dad swear ever until that day!
I've always hated going to Luton and consider them one of our bogey teams of all time.
Been to Luton about 3 times and I am sure we lost 3-0 on each occasion.
I also have to confess to witnessing the 7 -0 defeat at Luton ( we were on a good run at the time though) .To this day I am not sure whether half our side were on the lash the night before or Luton played so well..not so long after Luton walloped us 5-1 at home but they did have some good players at the time Paul futcher, john Aston, lil fuccillo, Bob Hatton, Ricky hill etc
Only Inniss and Famewo as a CB pairing could take that hit to their average goals conceded as a partnership and still be on a somewhat respectable average compared to any other to take the same hit. They'd go from P4 GC0 0 GCPG to 5 & 8 or 1.6 GCPG
Losing 3-0 at Wigan, Henri Camara hat trick. Think it was where the rail tickets were paid for by the club,
Players came over to the fans at the end and were promptly told to eff off in no uncertain terms.
A few of us stayed up there for that game. We tried to leave early but @1905 was being stubborn and wanted to stay until the end. We threatened to try to get chucked out by winding the stewards up so he eventually relented.
Was a fairly eventful weekend. A load of us were in a city centre pub before the game and a few local herberts started coming in a milling around. Eventually, one of them came up to us and told us they were the Wigan Goon Squad and did we want to know. When we told them no, we just wanted a drink, he turned round and said "ok, no problem, if you need any gear, just let us know". We finished our drinks and fucked off.
The next morning we were waiting for @1905 in his room as he was in the shower. Suddenly we heard a big crash, followed by him running out of the shower stark naked, blood running down his arm, swearing loudly and rubbing his (very red) chest. Turned out he'd leant down to turn the water off but turned it to the hottest setting and scalded himself. Instead of just turning it off, he'd dived out of the shower, taking the curtain with him, knocked a glass onto the floor that had smashed and cut his arm as he hit the deck.
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Saw the return game at the Valley we won 2-0 with a full team.
Also was at the Wrexham Cup game celebrating my 18th birthday as we let in 6.
It's why I'm such a rounded fella (wibble).
One of my oldest friends and often companion to games (and recent VG winner - jammy git) decided to throw either a toilet roll or a till roll onto the pitch following one of our rare attacks.
Being more of a muso than an athlete, said roll never quite made the pitch, but hit a Sussex PC square on the back of his helmet, much to the amusement of the travelling hoards.
Said PC turned around immediately searching through the now jeering Charlton fans for the culprit. With scarce chance of identifying the hooligan, he was most surprised to see one hand being raised amidst the sea of humanity facing him about 40 rows back.
"Sorry Officer, I didn't mean to hit you" came the plaintive cry from said mate.
If only he played poker........
Players came over to the fans at the end and were promptly told to eff off in no uncertain terms.
Was a fairly eventful weekend. A load of us were in a city centre pub before the game and a few local herberts started coming in a milling around. Eventually, one of them came up to us and told us they were the Wigan Goon Squad and did we want to know. When we told them no, we just wanted a drink, he turned round and said "ok, no problem, if you need any gear, just let us know". We finished our drinks and fucked off.
The next morning we were waiting for @1905 in his room as he was in the shower. Suddenly we heard a big crash, followed by him running out of the shower stark naked, blood running down his arm, swearing loudly and rubbing his (very red) chest. Turned out he'd leant down to turn the water off but turned it to the hottest setting and scalded himself. Instead of just turning it off, he'd dived out of the shower, taking the curtain with him, knocked a glass onto the floor that had smashed and cut his arm as he hit the deck.
Leeds 1-6 at home was a modern disgrace. Somebody on Valley Pass should get Curbs to explain how that happened. Might stop people like Bob Whitehand calling him for him to replace Bow.
Another one not mentioned above was 1-5 at home to Rotherham, ripped apart by Tony Towner on the wing and Ronnie Moore to knock 'em in. We then went on to sign both of them, in Ronnie's case with the help of fans' money. I helped collect coins at The Valley. Towner in particular was abject for us.
Little did I know it would get worse at Luton. 7-1. We were outside the ground and ran back in when we scored. Believe Peter Burrows on Radio London commented that at last the Charlton comeback was on.
Went 3-1 quickly, thought we could get a draw loads of time left.
Minute later went 4-1, oh fuck this for a lark I'm off.
Saw the Leeds 1-6 and at Norwich 5-0 in the late 70's but missed the other hammerings.
The 6-0 at Hull as I said above I was less bothered about, as after a shambolic week it came as no surprise
Losing 5-2 at Blackpool was grim, but I enjoyed the game as had a nice chat with a couple of fans throughout, I should have kept in contact!
The 4-0 at Huddersfield last season was grim as it was such an important game for us. I wasn't happy with the way our fans baited Karlan either
got worse and worse, everything they tried just came off, Viduka hat trick i
think.
Totally a pissed off day all round
Luton 7-1 and Burnley 7-1...
But for sheer fun I recall going to Bolton losing 5-0 catching pneumonia from the pouring rain with some mates in the away end wearing just their socks as their Doc Martins had been confiscated... And to make matters worse I'm sure the following week we went to Bristol City and got whacked 4-0 and chased halfway round Bristol afterwards.
Fun times! 🤣
A game never to be forgotten especially as my dad developed some sort of temporary tourettes afterwards. I had never heard my dad swear ever until that day!
I've always hated going to Luton and consider them one of our bogey teams of all time.
Tomorrow.
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