Friday, 3 December 2004
The biggest game of the season
"The major thing about this club is that we haven't forgotten where we came from," (more).
Well, lets fucking hope so because in my mind the game on Sunday is our biggest of the season so far. Not only is it against 'that lot' but a victory would set us up nicely for the next three winnable games (West Brom, Fulham & Southampton), it would erase from our memories the last two Saturday's and it will have Addicks everywhere jumping up and down with delight. There of course is the other little matter of it being 12 years to the day that we our returned to our spiritual home.
I'm not convinced about Curbs words, particulary as we have no Brown, Robinson or Rufus in the dressing room any longer to tell their team mates what it really means to play for Charlton. And let me ask this question. Do 27,000 fans really understand what it means?
Of course two people that do know what it means are Curbs & Peacock, plus a few gentlemen in the boardroom too. Come on Curbs, Keith lets really rally the Reds on Sunday. Tell them where we came from - show them the old video you showed Paulo, if necessary - and encourage them to take the journey on even further and become the new Johnny Robinson's and Steve Brown's.
It pains me to see us only sell half of our allocation. My brother and I discussed this today and I spoke to another mate as well and we soon realised it was hard to bitch about it when all three of us weren't going either! Times change and we get older and have different responsibilites and we did truly miss a generation of 20 something's with enough disposable income that for them a £35 ticket is a weekend necessity and not a luxury.
If I was home I'd liked to think I would have gone but at 35 quid a ticket, it being on Sky, on a Sunday with the Carling Cup game fresh in the memory and with our away form stinking? I don't know.
Anyway, I'm feeling nervous already 4,000 miles away. These games are painful to watch on television as the Inspector writes on All Quiet, but nonetheless that is what I will do.
So, finally a plea to each and every Charlton fan going to the game - please, please get behind them like your life's depended on it and lets sing that fucking dump out.
Come on you Reds, lets have it....
¶ 21:05
Well, lets fucking hope so because in my mind the game on Sunday is our biggest of the season so far. Not only is it against 'that lot' but a victory would set us up nicely for the next three winnable games (West Brom, Fulham & Southampton), it would erase from our memories the last two Saturday's and it will have Addicks everywhere jumping up and down with delight. There of course is the other little matter of it being 12 years to the day that we our returned to our spiritual home.
I'm not convinced about Curbs words, particulary as we have no Brown, Robinson or Rufus in the dressing room any longer to tell their team mates what it really means to play for Charlton. And let me ask this question. Do 27,000 fans really understand what it means?
Of course two people that do know what it means are Curbs & Peacock, plus a few gentlemen in the boardroom too. Come on Curbs, Keith lets really rally the Reds on Sunday. Tell them where we came from - show them the old video you showed Paulo, if necessary - and encourage them to take the journey on even further and become the new Johnny Robinson's and Steve Brown's.
It pains me to see us only sell half of our allocation. My brother and I discussed this today and I spoke to another mate as well and we soon realised it was hard to bitch about it when all three of us weren't going either! Times change and we get older and have different responsibilites and we did truly miss a generation of 20 something's with enough disposable income that for them a £35 ticket is a weekend necessity and not a luxury.
If I was home I'd liked to think I would have gone but at 35 quid a ticket, it being on Sky, on a Sunday with the Carling Cup game fresh in the memory and with our away form stinking? I don't know.
Anyway, I'm feeling nervous already 4,000 miles away. These games are painful to watch on television as the Inspector writes on All Quiet, but nonetheless that is what I will do.
So, finally a plea to each and every Charlton fan going to the game - please, please get behind them like your life's depended on it and lets sing that fucking dump out.
Come on you Reds, lets have it....
¶ 21:05
