Give me 'little' Charlton back
I have just got in from being out for a few beers and my has it been a long day, a very tough day if you're a Charlton fan. Websites, message boards, emails, texts, blogs and phone calls have been furious and many. There is a feeling of anger, recrimination and introspectiveness amongst us.
I have calmed down a bit, because like always there is never any better remedy to strife than to talk it out and that is what we have been doing. I'm still not clever enough to understand a lot of went on yesterday. I don't understand why the club have misled us, I don't understand the fee, I don't understand how the club didn't prepare for, what to us, was inevitable and I don't understand some people's endless sycophantism of the manager - I would love to hear some of these people talk about their
bosses with such blindness.
But what I want now is for us to get our club back. If nothing else happened yesterday, it was to prove that we will never be a big club, we punch above our weight and we are little Charlton and you know what? I fucking like that. I have only ever over 30 years supported little Charlton and I'm okay with that. Give us our little piece of London SE7 back and the Danny Murphy's of the world can fuck off.
Today started off with me hating being a Charlton fan but has ended with my support being even more unyielding.
If I could be at home this weekend I would do anything to be at White Hart Lane on Sunday. I would have my babies dummy and white handkerchief and would boo that greedy fat bastard until I was blue in the face. People dug weeds up to get where we were today. Please, for me, get over to North London on Sunday and tell them what it means to be a Charlton fan.