How we all doing?
My heart rate is a bit more normal, and I’ve spent a large chunk of the day trying to sort out tickets. Although I have dipped back into video clips of Friday. It’s like heroin. And there’s been a fair bit of singing. Just me, on my own, but my voice is a lot better.
Much thanks to various friends for the help with tickets and advice. I’ve spent a lot of the day on the CAFC tickets website, which is pretty easy to navigate, although better I’d think on a computer than an iPad.
Sales were clearly quieter today and estimates put tickets currently sold at around 19,000, with a crudely calculated 18,000 left. I expect a lot more activity tomorrow when they are opened up to all members and those that have already bought can go back.
Anyway, it’s still fine to dwell on Friday night. What a night it was. The Valley noise was unreal. Possibly the noisiest the old girl has ever been. All sides of the stadium. Flasks must have been tipping all over the place in the East Stand.
If nothing else after this season, I hope we can keep some of these young twenty somethings coming back. Like my son, born in the Premier League years, then disinterested and finally disenfranchised. Yet, like my son, still very much on the outside. It has been notable at the few games I’ve been to this season, including a couple away, how many younger fans there seems to be in our midst. There’s life in this old club yet.
And the pitch invasion was one for the books. Probably the best in our history. I was too young for 1975, and sadly our most recent efforts have been in despair. This by the way is brilliant:
That was not premature celebrating, that was a sheer coming together of an emotional kinship that this football club’s heart is beating again.
1947, 1987, 1998, 2019. We see more total eclipses. I wrote a little while ago that we are just one of eleven current league clubs that haven’t played at the new Wembley. Well thank you again Lee.
If Friday seemed a long day, hell knows how long this week will be. Wembley beckons, and we haven’t won anything yet, but we have a chance and that Addicks’ heartbeat is getting louder and louder.