A lonesome Addick in Chicago New York Addick is considering setting up an official Addicks supporters club in New York. I was amazed to read his recent post in which he said he watched the Liverpool game alongside six other Charlton fans, and only one rooting for the Scousers.

New York of course is a bigger city than Chicago and has a lot more ex-pats, but in my two plus years here I have yet to meet another Addick. I once played football opposite a goalkeeper who was wearing an old 'Mesh' 'keepers shirt, and when I asked him about it, he told me he got it in the sale, and seemed oblivious to who Charlton were!

There are about five bars in Chicago that show live matches, although only a couple are decent and can be relied upon to be open at 6am for those early killer games and also don't bow down to scummy students who walk in on a Saturday morning bemused at the world's greatest game being on the TV screens and ask for the college tiddly-winks to be put on instead.

After 30 years of going to football with family and mates and just being among other people with the same affection and affliction, it is bloody hard to sit in a bar in ones own little world kicking every ball and muttering obscenities to oneself. I miss that real sense of belonging I really do.

Ken Jennings from Vancouver Island has suggested an Addicks North American convention and there does seem to be a lot us in North America. I'm well up for that, but if someone wants to join me muttering to myself in Gingers Ale House one Saturday morning, then the English Breakfast Tea's on me.  ¶ 15:04