In truth I have seen many abysmal performances following Charlton over the years and they've grown me rather a thick skin, with some rose-tinted sunglasses as a nice accessory. However I can abide crap and uselessness, but what I can't abide is lack of effort in a shirt, which I personally treat an overpriced nylon replica of with some pride.

Yesterday was surreal wasn't it? And strangely I sat in the East Stand actually pleased that I was witnessing it. I know, weird aren't I? But like Wycombe under Uncle Les, it was another turning point in the club's colourful history. But unlike Wycombe when the players weren't fit to wear the shirt, strangely yesterday I had little grievance with those out on the pitch.

As I sat there next to my son, who enthusiastically excepted his handheld computer game to occupy himself at the start of the second half, it was like watching a bloody dreadful movie that I only parted money with to see because of the cast. The film was bollocks, but of course next time one of the actors appears in a film, me, silly balls, will be there again flying across the Atlantic to sit and watch them all over again.

See, you won't hear me booing, slagging the players off or walking out at half-time because as a bloke confirmed to me at the food counter just after Darren Moore scored the 3rd, I can't change my team.

What we can change is the manager. I have stuck by Pardew, and even before yesterday I was genuinely hoping that he could still turn it around. But watching him and his poor excuse of a team has finally led me to believe that he is bereft of believabe strategies, credible plans and a heartfelt desire to manage our club any longer. And frankly I am up to here with his ridiculous post and pre-match comments. The latest being that we missed the presence of Linvoy Primus, who by the way went unnoticed by a number of fellow Addicks at Clacket Lane services on Saturday night.

Sorry Pards, but time's up. You know it, we know it and the players know it. The board? Well of course they know it too, and for me a bit too quickly after the last horrible bout of indecisiveness, we are worringly in their hands again. For what it's worth I think he will get two more games.

The game. Well the whippet owners behind the goal got on my tits more than the players did. I find it hard to think the players really are as shite as they've looked for the majority of this season. Just ask Spurs fans.

I had a lump in my throat as parts of the ground sung "Charlton 'til I die" during the 2nd half. There are a lot of us who actually believe that, but for those that don't then please form a line behind Mr Pardew at the door.

Addick thoughts: cafc.co.uk; Second Division And Proud; A Red Divided; Blackheath Addicted; Kings Hill Addick; Charlton Athletic Online; Charlton North Downs; From The Hill To The Valley; Deepest Darkest; All Quiet; Doctor Kish; Drinking During the Game; New York Addick.

Pardswallop: "I'm confident, even with the squad we have now, that we won't be relegated. "I now need to stick with my best side and maybe bring in someone on loan, if finances are available."

Barnsley chop thoughts: Simon Davey.

In the press: Sky Sports; The Times; Daily Mail; Kent Online.
Next: Nice easy trip to the west country Saturday with or without Pardew.