Tough it out I was so pleased that, that stuck up tw*t Rupert Lowe felt it necessary to come out and have a dig at us the other day. Whoah, we're scared. Bigger club, my harris. I will come onto the bigger club thing another day.

It's about time little Charlton ruffled a few feathers. It's always us who gets the rough end of the stick and I thought Curbs handled it pretty well too. Now lets not stop there. Lets get our man.

It may be a sideways move in some ways, but Beattie would be a hero down at the Valley, playing regulary in a style of football that he wants, getting wide service from a player of Rommedahl's undoubted talented wing play, playing for a future England manager which can only do his career good, competing for a European place and he will not even have to move house.

He is clearly unsettled and his agent is looking for a payday, and there is no smoke without fire. So unless he wants to stay at the mighty Southampton, alongside such wonderful signings as Peter Crouch and Kenwyne Jones (precisely), then come on Charlton, toughen up, lets show them who is the bigger club. 
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