Little Charlton are back I hate to do this to you but football is back tomorrow, at least it is in the backwater of the lower English divisions where Charlton have come full circle from the day's when I used to go with my Dad with a wollen scarf tied around my wrist eagerly anticipating every game win, lose or draw. Only growing older brought competitiveness, nerves and doubt to my Charlton avocation. Oh and success, because we had plenty.

In the car on the way down to Bournemouth on Saturday we accepted that we have to reconsider our expectations and dreams. Simply I would forego promotion this season just to see a group of players who show they care about the red shirt, a manager who tried to win games by playing exciting football, owners that put pay to any doubt about the club's future and a group of fans that stood side by side vocally backing future Charlton heroes and overall the team, our team.

Us old timers used to say that we wanted our Charlton back, well I guess we owe a few people then, people that were so incompetent and careless that they've left us where we begin a new future on Saturday. We indeed have our little Charlton back like it or not.

It has been a long and dismal summer but cracks of hope have been appearing. The next month is critical in terms of any takeover, the first games and the transfer window. I never asked a lot as a Charlton fan, I have certainly put more in than taken out. All I ever wanted was to belong and feel proud to be an Addick and whatever the next month and the rest of the season brings my overall hope for the next 9 months is that Charlton give me back that enthusiasm and enjoyment that I used to have, you know when we were little Charlton.  ¶ 13:46