Friday, 23 January 2009
No win game
Up for the Cup? Nah, I didn't think so. No sign of Operation Bramall on the Official Site, although judging by this article anyone of the brave and let's face it, and I mean this in the nicest way, unhinged soles who make the journey might even get a game tomorrow. I think last week's debacle on the other side of Sheffield has certainly knocked back once and for all the 'all weather loyal Addick away traveller.'
Saturday is a no-win game for Parky and his band of hopeless individuals. The response to the Norwich cup-tie put pay to any crazy signals of a renaissance. I might attempt to sleep through Saturday's game, I could do with the kip. Let's face it, it is all about Tuesday evening. If they can't muster one inch of pride for that one then I hate to think what kind of sinister atmosphere will surround The Valley.
A defeat would be league number 19, and at 11am the next day in the Millennium Suite the AGM takes place. Work, distance and cash will mean I won't be in attendance despite holding more shares than is rational. However questions will be asked and in public the board will come under further increased scrutiny of their financial gaiety, despite Pardew's seemingly persuasive powers.
The lure of a free season ticket is looking more like a con with every passing day, particularly in light of these naive comments from Steve Waggott. He was appointed after the free season ticket offer was announced, however the ambition to finish a place higher than the previous season is hardly giving promotion a real go.
Much of the shareholders ire we be aimed at the board's appointment of Parkinson. An appointment that apparently was based on "results not performances." No go on laugh, because otherwise you will cry.
I have already been sent a whole play-list of songs from a Palarse mate and one can only imagine how much they are preparing to enjoy themselves. Of course it is nights like these that suddenly one remembers what it means to be Charlton. Little Charlton, proud Charlton. Come on you reds. ¶ 07:39
Saturday is a no-win game for Parky and his band of hopeless individuals. The response to the Norwich cup-tie put pay to any crazy signals of a renaissance. I might attempt to sleep through Saturday's game, I could do with the kip. Let's face it, it is all about Tuesday evening. If they can't muster one inch of pride for that one then I hate to think what kind of sinister atmosphere will surround The Valley.
A defeat would be league number 19, and at 11am the next day in the Millennium Suite the AGM takes place. Work, distance and cash will mean I won't be in attendance despite holding more shares than is rational. However questions will be asked and in public the board will come under further increased scrutiny of their financial gaiety, despite Pardew's seemingly persuasive powers.
The lure of a free season ticket is looking more like a con with every passing day, particularly in light of these naive comments from Steve Waggott. He was appointed after the free season ticket offer was announced, however the ambition to finish a place higher than the previous season is hardly giving promotion a real go.
Much of the shareholders ire we be aimed at the board's appointment of Parkinson. An appointment that apparently was based on "results not performances." No go on laugh, because otherwise you will cry.
I have already been sent a whole play-list of songs from a Palarse mate and one can only imagine how much they are preparing to enjoy themselves. Of course it is nights like these that suddenly one remembers what it means to be Charlton. Little Charlton, proud Charlton. Come on you reds. ¶ 07:39
