Just another game
Safely ensconced at my parents in East Sussex with a delicious glass of red wine from my Dad’s Australian Shiraz collection, don’t tell him, watching the Super Cup on the box. Although I’m looking forward to going to The Valley tomorrow it is with a level of very low expectation passed onto me by family, friends and forums during these early weeks of the new season.
I spoke frequently on last night’s flight to a mate who is an Arsenal fan, a proud one who owns 4 season tickets but lives in Bermuda. Honesty I left him this morning at the baggage carousel thanking my lucky stars I was a Charlton fan so depressed he was. You have to laugh.
He’ll be at The Emirates on Sunday of course, just like I’ll be at The Valley tomorrow. Despite the element of dread, the day I don’t want to go to a Charlton match is the day I stop going frankly. It’s like work. I have always said, if you don’t like what you do, then do something else.
I will clap Powell and whoever he sends on to the pitch tomorrow like I have done since 1975. Whether Jimenez and Slater will be there to do the same, I don’t know, I just pray that after tomorrow I still get another chance to clap Solly, Kermorgant and Wiggins again in a Charlton shirt.
The White Swan tomorrow for a nice change, a couple of pints and then it’s just another game but for sure it won’t be my last.
I normally find that when I go to a game with the attitude you describe the team pull something out of the bag and I’m delighted because there’s nothing like exceeding expectations. Even when expectations are virtually nil.
I’ve been un packing for two days, since I moved so I will probably not be able to join you for a pint, but enjoy the day and if we win I’ll credit it to you and your selfless anticipation of ‘Any result will be fine by me’ approach.
Up the Addicks!