That's It Then

Well then that's about it then eh ? Confidential was greasing the cats arse the other day when it finally dawned on him, and me, that we have been living through the Golden Years of Charlton Athletic and we didn't even realise...

Those halcyon days watching Beckham taking corners at OUR ground just before we capitulated to the standard late Man U 0-1 winner are things of the past now. No more Premiership dandies for us then, just a constant slog to stay in Tier two. And to think we used to be critical of Alan Curbishley and our mid-table Premiership mediocrity..sorry Curbs, I guess we just got complacent.

If anybody wants me, I'm off down the off-licence with Blackheath Addicted for another bottle of French Red followed by some vintage Leonard Cohen.

See You All At Wembley Then ?

Looks like Lita's got what it takes to save Pardew and our faith in football and the club....

The date is already in the calender . Looking forward to the Grand Saturday coach ride up to the Wembley park and watching the game of the season, maybe the decade...So ...c'mon CAFC... please... " feet don't fail me now"... (as a great band once said).

Man Gets Frisky With Inanimate Object

This has NOTHING to do with the current situation at CAFC (big sigh of relief ..) but a lot to do with where we as the human race are heading. This link is courtesy of Scott Adams of Dilbert fame. And it's necessary to turn on the speakers to hear the video and policeman on this one .
http://www.kcci.com/news/15762329/detail.html?rss=des&psp=irresistible

What.. Me Worry ?

I don't of course. It's that bloody Confidential bloke who keeps getting in touch, whining away about CAFC. He seems to think there's some sort of problem down at SE7. Something about not winning games and a senior member of the board jumping ship. I have to agree that the boring old Premiership mid-table mediocrity we used to moan about looks a pretty good place to be right now... and yet, if you read any of the current West Ham blogs they're all full of Hamster fans moaning about exactly that !! If only...eh?

Where did it all go wrong ? We seem to be falling away rapidly and staring down into the abyss of who knows what. Permanent Championship football ? or worse...Luton ? Cambridge ? Oxford ?

Thing is, we were in the Premiership for years. We know we can hack it there. It may not have always been exciting but it usually filled most of the 27,000 seats at the Valley AND we got a chance to gently abuse the visiting stars...

A few more seasons in the Championship, or worse, and there'll be plenty of seats to choose from on match days.

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.