Monday 27 August 2007
Sheffield Wednesday at home. What was the score? won 3-2
Let me tell you what it is like being in America, with no contact with the outside world that is The Valley, this week made worse by the fact that I was in a car driving from Chicago to Michigan Saturday morning.
The days sitting in front of the tele' or next to my laptop in my pj's and slippers are over. Saturday I woke early, was mightily lifted by what I read in New York Addick's preview of the game. He has been at home for the whole of August and has his finger on the pulse. I get in the car in good spirits.
At half-time I am in a drive-thru Starbucks somewhere in Indiana and check the internet on my phone. 0-2. I am shocked and fed up. What the hell is going on there I keep thinking?
My girlfriend sensibly confiscates my mobile phone from me so I can't check to see if I have any texts or click online to see if I can get an update on the score whilst I'm driving 90mph on the Interstate Highway.
The phone doesn't ring, thus I can only assume the worse as the clock moves to 11.15am, which is 5.15pm SE7 time.
The Phone rings, my mate I suspect but girlfriend holds my phone up in the air so I can't answer it. Fortunately I have one of those ear-plug things and I call him back.
3-2 he says calmly. Life is good.
I get home last night and read New York Addick's report - I think he's on drugs but it is the end of a great day and completes a circle of emotions from that spiritual place on what now sometimes seems like another planet.
Who was at The Valley: New York Addick; All Quiet; Addicks Championship Diary; Many Miles; Charlton North Downs; SE3 Addicks.
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Let me tell you what it is like being in America, with no contact with the outside world that is The Valley, this week made worse by the fact that I was in a car driving from Chicago to Michigan Saturday morning.The days sitting in front of the tele' or next to my laptop in my pj's and slippers are over. Saturday I woke early, was mightily lifted by what I read in New York Addick's preview of the game. He has been at home for the whole of August and has his finger on the pulse. I get in the car in good spirits.
At half-time I am in a drive-thru Starbucks somewhere in Indiana and check the internet on my phone. 0-2. I am shocked and fed up. What the hell is going on there I keep thinking?
My girlfriend sensibly confiscates my mobile phone from me so I can't check to see if I have any texts or click online to see if I can get an update on the score whilst I'm driving 90mph on the Interstate Highway.
The phone doesn't ring, thus I can only assume the worse as the clock moves to 11.15am, which is 5.15pm SE7 time.
The Phone rings, my mate I suspect but girlfriend holds my phone up in the air so I can't answer it. Fortunately I have one of those ear-plug things and I call him back.
3-2 he says calmly. Life is good.
I get home last night and read New York Addick's report - I think he's on drugs but it is the end of a great day and completes a circle of emotions from that spiritual place on what now sometimes seems like another planet.
Who was at The Valley: New York Addick; All Quiet; Addicks Championship Diary; Many Miles; Charlton North Downs; SE3 Addicks.
What Pards' said: "Too right the fans booed, I was booing myself when I came off. It was horrible and ugly. We could play a million games and not look as bad as we did in that first 20 minutes and I'm not going to watch it again. I can't. I'd resign."
A bottle of fizzy pop for: Chris Iwelumo. Big Chris scored 18 Championship goals last season and is off the mark for us after two clinical finishes.
