To boo or not to boo
That has been the question raised by a number of Addicks this week. I didn't boo on
Saturday, not because they collectively didn't deserve it, but just because with my limited access to games this season, I felt that really I wasn't in a position to judge.
That actually was a bit out of character for me. At football, well Charlton, a normally balanced individual turns into a mini monster normally going home after games with a croaky voice and sore throat for my efforts.
The booing on Saturday from where I was sat was aimed at the team as a whole, and a vocal message to the man on the sidelines. Yes, certain individuals were simply rubbish, and among us Halford in particular was subject to some mumblings but collectively the negativity was aimed at the dross dished up by the team.
After close to 40 games the fans had come to expect more, and the bluster of Pardew's post and pre-match comments I think had finally pushed fans over the edge.
However that was last week and 2,000 optimists take off for tractor country later today hoping to see a different team and banish some memories. Memories can be short in football, lets hope the ones I have from last Saturday only last until lunchtime today.