Thanks for the memories Lee
A sad day.
Lee Bowyer gave me one of the best days of my life. 90 +4. Wembley Stadium. Me, my son, my brother, my mates, 39,000 joyous fellow Addicks. Thank you Lee.
This time may well be right for everyone, and although I cringed whenever fellow fans were calling for his head, today’s resignation with a move to Birmingham City expected allows everyone to shake hands turn around, and walk away with a big smile on their faces.
Because Lee Bowyer brought the smiles back to Charlton Athletic. He returned togetherness and restored pride to being an Addick.
Let me take you back to March 2017. I was at Northampton Town and it was at the height of anti-Duchatelet feeling. Between Robinson and Slade, Meire and Duchatelet there was no hope, no ambition, no dreams.
We were absolutely terrible and when supporters say this present team is the worst in recent history, then they haven’t been going for very long, or have short memories.
Fast forward to March 2019. I was at Doncaster Rovers (not the play-off game), the contrast was colossal. The team spirit, the alliance on and off the field, the noise and encouragment that Addicks made was fantastic to be a part off.
Lee Bowyer singularly turned The Valley from a place of demonstration to one of enormous passion. To coin a phrase…. it bounced. A lot.
Bowyer understood the club, he spent a career, that began in SE7, leaving nothing on the pitch. He was a winner. Blimey we have had some dross stand on the touchline wearing a Charlton tracksuit, and out of nowhere he came. No fuss, no bullshit, no lies.
Like a whirlwind from a carp lake in France, he gave us back our Charlton, all the while having to work with nutjobs, negligence, crooks and charlatans.
Bowyer didn’t need to be einstein, or Pep or had to eat a thesaurus before an interview like Robinson. Bow was honest, simplistic and passionate. He was one of us, he always will be.
Thank you Lee for the three years. You are way, way in profit with me. Good luck and all the best.