Action not words Millwall 4 Same Old Charlton 0
The most disgusting thing about yesterday was that it wasn't any surprise. All that old tosh all week from Kinsella, Bailey, Parkinson et al. What a load of bollocks, same old Charlton. They really f**king know how to piss you off don't they?

For 40-odd minutes we actually appeared to be playing alright, matching them in the battling stakes, silencing those moronic inbreds but we weren't really threatening and more worryingly Llera and Dailly were sounding rather pedestrian in the centre of defence. Then bang, who else but Darren bloody Ward heading in unmarked just inside an unoccupied upright right on half-time from a corner.

Together with team selection, game tactics and substitutions, half-time team talks separate good managers from average ones and Parky failed yesterday on every level. He apologised for the whole debacle of course, but words are easy. Pardew was an exceptionally good wordsmith. Curbs wasn't. No doubt spouting from Sparrows Lane all week will be atonement but I don't want to hear anymore words I want to see some action.

Not for the first time in my 35 years of supporting Charlton, the only people that came out of yesterday with any credit were those men, women and children who paid to watch that gutless performance. The 3,000 Addicks were awesome first half making a load of noise over the Millwall commentary team I was listening to on CAFC TV as our own link didn't seem to be working (add in own analogy here).

In fact as I've mentioned them, despite being understandably wetting themselves with joy, the three-man Millwall commentary team (one of whom was a gruff Les Briley) put bloody Emma and that other idiot to shame. They commentated (COMMENTATED) on the game with knowledge, passion and energy. Maybe our commentators are picked to mirror our team.

The 2nd half was an embarrasing capitulation. It is days like yesterday and I will remind myself of this again tomorrow when I walk into the office, that I'm pleased that I live on an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean because, at least in my office, unless you support Man U, then no one is bothered. I feel for everyone who has to carry the affliction of being a Charlton fan around with them this week, I really do. I've done it, I've lived with the pain after many, many Millwall games at school, at home (our neighbours for 15 years were Millwall season ticket holders) and at work.

There are no excuses for what happened in the second half yesterday, we literally rolled over. No fight, no balls, no answer. It was embarrassing but this was not a freak result, we've played spasmodic at best for a while, Yeovil probably our best footballing performance in the dozen games since the turn of the year.

We have to go back to the Bristol Rovers game on November 24th for the last time we beat a team in the top half of the table. Saturday's result was not a blip it has been written all over us for months. Words just ain't going to cut it Parky.

Reports: Charlton Casual; Addicks Diary; Doctor Kish; Charlton Life Forum.  ¶ 22:00