Fulham away. What was the score? Lost 2-1
I saw with my own eyes yesterday the lack of any invention or prowess from a Charlton side desparate for a change of direction.
I had an enjoyable afternoon supping pints in the Dukes Head across the river from Bishops Park and only a close vote saw us leave the pub at 2.45pm to walk over the bridge and witness just my 3rd live game of the season. Bloody terrible form really (mine I mean, I haven't started on the team yet).
I'm always conscious to give it billy big bollocks on here because I am now the fan that I used to hate - armchair, irregular and opinionated. However I do know that if you read and listen to enough fan's views you get a balanced one and our recent deft of entertainment continued yesterday at what is still one of my favourite football grounds. I liked this picturesque ground when I saw us play the Cottagers in the 70's against legends Bobby Moore and Georgie Best and I liked it now with it's mini modernisation and strange balconies in each of three corners and the famous cottage in the other.
I was astonished by the away turn-out to be honest, the 2nd time in a few days I have felt proud to be one of them. Oh I do like an away game and my mates and I have vowed to see more next year. Fellow Addicks were surprisingly up for it, despite the massive disappointment of Wednesday, getting behind the team for most of the game.
The 1st half mirrored The Riverside a bit, whereas we were probably the better team and had more chances but still found ourselves going a goal down early to another sloppy free-kick. Myhre insisting on a two-man wall and then berating them as the ball went past them and him into the net didn't do him any favours after Wednesday's occurrence.
We then scored, and with the away end rising alongside Addicks in the neighbouring 'neutral section' to a long forgotten Jason Euell song, all seemed well but just like the Cup game, our defence parted like the red sea to allow another goal. Seeing Boa Morte run at our defence reminded me that taking players on and not just hoofing it is actually allowed in Football Association rules. Credit to Darren Ambrose though, who at least tried to get to ball
down and play it when he received it.
At half-time behind the stand sipping cold bottles of beer, the general feeling was that we were the better side of two poor ones and that kicking into our end we were still in with a shout.
Curiously Messrs Curbishley, Day and Peacock obviously didn't as we shut up shop for the next 43 minutes and played for a 2-1 defeat. Perhaps the players should have had a Carlsberg and not a cuppa at half-time.
In saying that we twice came close in the dying minutes. Marcus Bent who I have realised is more lazy than a lazy thing, was unfortunate with a volley pushed over by Niemi who then saved from Hreidarsson following the resultant corner. An equaliser would have been nice but frankly most Addicks weren't bothered suffering from that little end of season illness called: "It's all bollocks isn't?"
It is quite beyond me why Curbishley kept Thomas on the bench and dropped Rommendahl completely, whilst Holland retained his place over Hughes. And Chicago boy or not Jonathon Spector has now proved to me that he cannot play either left back or right back. What is the point please?
The one plus point for me was another good performance from Sorondo, a man playing for his future. On that note can we please see Osei Sankofa before his hair goes as grey as mine. And how about at least a place on the bench for either Lloyd Sam or the young Icelandic Rurik Gislason on Monday. Christ how up for it will Pompey be and their supporters? Luckily I will be on a plane where no contact with the outside world is allowed.
Reports from others that were there: BBC Sport
; All Quiet
; Addicks Diary