How Come ?

With the most important game of the season looming, Confidential has a question. How come in the Lennie Lawrence days ( incidentaly Reg, that guy has never been given the RECOGNITION HE DESERVES for saving our club ), when we had NO GROUND, he and the team were able to get us promoted to the First Division (i.e the Premiereship). I repeat, we were heading nowhere fast. We had to rent-a-pitch for our games for goodness sakes. We were penniless. We didn't have a pot to piss in, but we played games wherever we could and got the points and got promotion to the top table elite.
Imagine the situation today if we had no stadium and had to rent somewhere .Well we haven't. We've got a fantastic stadium, the best in South London, The Valley. We've got no excuses either.

Bloggers Block - Day 56

OK a determined effort today. What about Scunthorpe eh ? Nah.. too depressing. Palace on Friday..err..maybe. Then there's that global warming eh ?, what about carbon footprints ?... err.. no... Well, there's the U.S. government's involvement in regime changes around the world ?...nah. The human being's unique ability amongst the animal kingdom to destroy itself ....so what?

Now here's a good one. Smoking.

Up the pub the other day, just before the smokers went outside to face freezing temperatures for their nicotine fixes, one of the blokes said that everywhere in the UK including private clubs, smoking is now banned with one exception, the Houses of Parliament. Yep that's what he said. Smoking is allowed in some bars in the Palace of Westminster. Now Confidential doesn't know if this is true or an urban legend. He doesn't get out much these days and certainly not to such exaulted locations...BUT can this is true ? If so it's the most appalling piece of hypocracy from our leaders.

A Legend In My Living Room

A strange start to the week for all us bloggers and blogging smart arses. Something's missing, something's different. What is it ? I know what it is ...there's no Frankie. No Mr Grumpy Bollox to re-align yourself with. No apprentice Victor Meldrew of the web, masquerading as a Charlton supporter....Looking at his last blog he talks about those tapping folk in the spare room, on the train, typing away hoping someone will be arsed enough to read any of their well intentioned tosh. Well Frankie ..about 1,000 people a day could be arsed to read what you had to say, and made a point of it. C'mon back out of your shell. If it's pressure that's made you stop, you don't have to do it everyday. It could be like Alistair Cook's weekly letter from America. We just need that fix...

Shame you couldn't have been famous though like that Confidential bloke.. Since you have stopped, Confidential's traffic has gone way through the roof. He's now getting invited to First Nights and Premieres. Pestered for interviews from all the cool mags. Photo shoots for Readers Husbands, that sort of thing. All in his own living room too.

Bloggers Block - Day 10....Man Overboard !

The heat was still oppressive. The boat was still lying idle. My Golden Skinned Lover had long gone. She just dived gracefully overboard (think Arc of a Diver) out of Sheer Boredom. She said something about how the company sucked.... ehh?...what's all that about ?

The rest of the crew (who up to this moment had ceased to exist) wandered aimlessly around deck muttering to themselves. Then the news.....Captain sick....Cap'ns dead. Captain F. Valley has contracted a nasty and extreme dose of Nora Battey Virus and has succumbed horribly.

So it's FV RIP. You and your unique slant on life will be missed greatly. Maybe we can all meet up for the Party on the other side of the universe when Charlton get promoted in May ?

Blogger's Block- Day 5. Dead Calm

The boat is motionless. The sea is like glass. The heat almost unbearable. But this afternoon sun feels so very,very good, deep in the bones. My lover climbs lazily out of the water from her swim and slips out of her wet bikini. I fix her a long drink as she takes up position on the varnished deck. She reaches down for a towel and gently dries herself. I take a drink and watch as she slowly stretches out and lets the sun dry her golden skin.
Hello....who's this nutter coming up in the rowing boat ?

Nothing To Say

Confidential couldn't think of much to say today.....so here's a nice picture!

A New League !

Well, old Confidential has cracked it ! All this recent talk about football losing it's roots,.. it's true. Just a cynical plaything for squillionairs etc.etc.. There was none of that down the Valley last Saturday was there?. A day to rejoice. A day when football won against the odds. Blackpool should be twined with Charlton, we share a common interest.

OK folks here it is. Forget the Premiereship. Forget the Championship. Forget the Whatevermanship. Let's have a new approach. Let's make the Game The King. Let's have a new league . A league where the players play for the love of the game. where fans go to see the skills of the player and a team controlling the ball, not the cynical "gamesmanship" and ref baiting. It could happen. Maybe it's time for an "alternative" league, where football rules. Miles away from the hoofers and yobbos we're all tired of.

Nurse..until it happens, more medication please.