Aug 11
A little plug for Heather Thomson, daughter of Dave/ Drinking During the Game/ Cardinal Sin.
This September Heather is walking the 30 miles of London’s Green Link route from Epping Forest to Peckham and back again with her friend Tom in support of Cancer Research UK.
Please click for moreOn a day when being a Charlton fan left us grimacing, this little video gave me a huge smile, and I bet upstairs Dave Thomson, who passed away a little over a year ago, was doing just the same.
Dave ‘salvaged’ this old floodlight from The Valley at the time of us leaving the hallowed old place in 1985. I know Dave did the club a favour by salvaging a fair few items at that time.
Please click for moreBack to Bermuda today for the first time since June, which doesn’t sound very long but is the longest I have been off the island since 2008.
Hurricane threat’s aside, this is one of the best times of the year to be on the island. Humidity has dropped, the temperatures are just about perfect and it reminds me of evening’s on boats or sat in the garden drinking dark ‘n stormy’s.
Please click for moreThat was awful. More awful actually watching them in the flesh than on CATV, at least then I can do something else more interesting like sort my socks into pairs.
It’s not so much losing, but it was the feeling of nothing. Nothing to cheer, nothing to get excited about, nothing to get you off your feet.
Please click for moreBack from a little break for the season’s kick off from my 20 Players and 20 Places list celebrating 20 Years of Blogging. No order, no ranking just those Players and Places that endure.
We had reached no. 10 for Places, and at No. 11 is Paphos in Cyprus.
Please click for moreNext in my series of naming 20 Players that I hold in high esteem to salute me writing this Blog for 20 Years.
That player is ex-turnstile operator Robert Lee.
Please click for moreIn life you come across people that lead and inspire, are selfless in everything they do, and despite operating in a highly pressured environment having to make tough decisions, no one ever has a bad word to say about you.
My boss was that person.
Please click for moreAfter a boys weekend in Miami Beach I am driving back to Sarasota this morning, 229 miles in total from coast to coast of South Florida.
The trip had been long planned and although I was questioning myself on Friday afternoon when I did the reverse of this drive, it was fun and typically we ate very well.
Please click for moreClub historian, museum trustee and proper Addick Clive Harris wrote a beautiful tribute to Dave Thomson in tonight’s Valley Review programme.
Dave sadly passed away last Wednesday after a long fight against cancer.
Please click for moreTough to write this, but we lost one of our own today. Dave Thomson, perhaps better known as Dave from Drinking During The Game or Cardinal Sin on Charlton Life passed away this afternoon after a long battle with cancer.
Please click for moreI landed in a steamy London Town this morning. The first time I have taken the BA flight from Tampa to Gatwick, roughly about eight and half hours.
What happened to the weather? Is it because the kids went back to school? I was hoping to wear a couple of pullovers this week.
Please click for moreFlying on the red eye tonight from Las Vegas. I had four days in this crazy place on the premise of a best mate’s 50th birthday that never got to happen during the pandemic, and was swiftly thrown together for this past weekend.
Las Vegas really is a nuclear attack on the senses. Some of the things you see, and some of things you can’t un-see are disturbingly funny.
Please click for moreHappy Thanksgiving to my American friends.
There’s a lot to like about Thanksgiving – eating, drinking, the complete removal of pressures to buy gifts and sport, a lot of it, and this year the added bonus of World Cup soccer football.
I will be in Miami this weekend driving across state today for what will be my sixth time in the Magic City this year.
Miami is known as the Magic City not because of any black arts, although I am sure they exist, but because the once barren land pulled a whole new city out of a hat literally overnight about 60 years ago.
Please click for moreSo bored of Covid. It has had it’s fun and games, killed loved ones, turned upside down daily life and prevented us from seeing the people and things that make us happy. Please just do one. Of all the hopes and aspirations for 2022 I want Covid to become no more than a nuisance factor and it no longer gets to run roughshod over our lives.
Please click for moreI got an unexpected sunny welcome landing at Heathrow Airport this morning. Fast forward ten hours and I’m sat in my parents conservatory looking out at the South Downs which are quickly becoming shrouded in November darkness.
Please click for moreBermuda went green on the fabled traffic light list this week, so I will take this window of opportunity to fly home tonight to see my family for the first time in two years.
Please click for moreThe first day of Bermuda’s summer is May 24th. Traditionally, well for about 110 years, it was always on May 24th…. I know, weird.
Yet last year Bermuda Day was moved by the government in their wisdom to the last Friday of the month which is a pain in the harris for me as work is chaotic and the last Friday of the month is and will always likely be stupid busy.
Please click for moreA national holiday in Bermuda today and tomorrow, as the island celebrate’s Cup Match, a cricket game between sides from the two ends of the island battling it out over two days to win de Cup.
For 118 years this battle of wits has occurred at this time of the year, never stopping for war or strife, but sadly like all the world’s major sporting events Bermuda Cup Match 2020 was cancelled.
A Bermuda national holiday today. Once the Queen’s Birthday holiday, in recent times the island took to celebrating local historical figures, and renamed it National Heroes Day. Although from what I can make out very few heroes have ever been named, which seems very strange to me. I have long given up by being bewildered by Bermuda’s idiosyncrasies though.
In recent years this weekend became the focal point of a growing Carnival scene, attempting to emulate those in other Caribbean countries. Bermuda’s efforts have been rewarded as numbers have grown consistently helped by more and more tourists. From memory the number of visitors for last last year’s carnival weekend topped 1,500.
The biggest adversity the world has seen in many a generation. I truly hope that you are all staying safe and healthy.
A crazy and worrying time, harrowing for some, as the Coronavirus or COVID-19 sweeps every little corner of our world taking no prisoners. A global pandemic, only previously in the deep imaginative minds of movie writers, scientists, historians and risk officers. Now part of all of us, every day, every minute.
It’s hard to even fathom that 20 years ago today we were at work unsure as to whether the computers would even come back on after we came back from the new Millennia celebration. Millennials can look up that near calamity here.
2019 has flown by, work has been the busiest I have known it since I’ve been in Bermuda, the results have been bloody good though, but absolutely exhausting and it didn’t surprise me to just be told I have almost 4 weeks holiday left for the year.
My predilection for travelling has thus taken a backward seat this year, for which I’m very disappointed with myself. Good news though is that after years of attempting to renovate a house in Sarasota, Florida, which has veered from the tortuous to the exorbitant, it may finally become liveable so that is an exciting development and will be a home from home.
A much needed day off tomorrow. Work has been intense and ceaseless all year and not having a proper holiday has bitten me on my waning arse. On Monday Bermuda closes for one of it’s more fanciful national holidays, but a very worthwhile one as it chooses to honour the Portuguese on the island celebrating 170 years of Portuguese culture.
The timing is, in typical Bermuda government fashion, a little random, but the Portuguese have given a lot to this little island, including making regular naval visits in the 1500’s before it was settled by the English in 1612.
Whilst I was in basking in the 100-degree Arizona heat. I was working I’d like to add, well apart from the Sedona road trip, my family and the island of Bermuda got badly rattled by Hurricane Humberto last Wednesday and Thursday. To show how completely unpredictable hurricanes can be as I left the island Tuesday morning it was coming in at a Cat One (95 mph max sustained winds), but by the time the little f***** got here it was blowing at 125 mph, close to a Cat Four, with gusts as much as 144 mph.
I forgot how beautiful Sedona is. The 23-mile drive along Highway 89A from Flagstaff around and down the Oak Creek Canyon dropping a couple of thousand feet into Sedona rivals many of the best drives in the United States.
Towering trees line the beds of the Canyon’s mountainsides, whose natural springs are said to have healing powers. There are plenty of stop-off’s to get closer to the beautiful rock formations, and Midgely Bridge, is one. The steel bridge that arches gracefully over the canyon is a proper Kodak moment, or a less fussy iPhone moment if you will.
We’re on the way, we’re on the way….
Yesterday morning I woke bruised and weary. With a slight headache and a sense of bewilderment, but the red blood in my veins flowed like a gentle river.
Last night was another night of sweet dreams. I flew back to Bermuda yesterday and am back in the office today, and nothing, not nothing will take this massive smile off my face.
Whilst Americans are up early switching on ovens, plucking turkeys, shelling pecans and peeling pumpkins, I’ve arrived at my parents in East Sussex ready for a cup tea and a bourbon.
My company is of American descent, not quite as far back as the Pilgrims, but therefore we close the office tomorrow and today the place is as a quiet as a church full of mouses. So I’ve flown to London for a couple of days for a whirlwind whizz around to see family and mates. Maybe, perhaps, I might pop by SE7 on Saturday.
A couple of days in the crazy place that is Las Vegas. I was last here just 6 weeks ago, and other than the temperature literally being half of what it was in August, nothing much else has changed.
I’m up early mostly due to the time difference but also because of the throb of the bass outside my hotel window as the Sunday night revellers party until the time when most normal people are on their commute to work.
Which is what I’m doing today, but yesterday was the laziest of days, which was a rare weekend treat, although it took a fair while to shake a hangover collected after a larger than anticipated Saturday night.
I’m back in Chicago this week with work, although as I’m in Chicago I intend to catch up with a few people and places as well.
I will be downtown except for a work client trip out to Blue Island one afternoon, which is not an island at all, and from the pictures it doesn’t look very blue. Described here as “gritty” and “a must-see for anyone serious about railroading.” It has Addick written all over it.
After a few absorbing days with family in Cartagena, Colombia and after a one-night stopover in Miami, I’m now on a plane to Las Vegas. Probably to be absorbed. This is for a mate’s 50th and the squad assembled, which is bigger than Charlton’s match day one, looks a little ominous.
Three long nights, daytimes of pool parties and the gaps filled up with black jack. Just what this body of mine was built for. Once.
Growing up in Catford, Bromley FC was just about my nearest non-League football club, and I would often spend some idle Saturday afternoon’s or Tuesday evenings’s at Hayes Lane with mates.
In those days they knocked around the Isthmian Leagues but for the last few years have been playing at National League level and today were joined by 17,000 fans (photo) at Wembley to watch them play Brackley Town in the FA Trophy Final.
It was all going swimmingly for Bromley leading their National League North rivals 1-0 with injury time minutes ticking when on loan Addick Brandon Hanlan missed a great chance. I was following online and thought we’ve seen this before and sure enough that polite human Roger Johnson deflected into his own net, which was probably the fans fault, in the 94th minute to salvage an equalizer for Brackley and take the game into extra time.
Travelling to one of my favourite places on the planet this afternoon. Chicago. A place I truly miss everyday, well apart from those -17 celsius kind of days..
For the first time this season I will be at The Valley tomorrow to cheer on Lee Bowyer’s boys. My first Charlton game of the season. I’m shocked by that sentence.
Anyway I felt it was time to get behind the Addicks as we go in search of a play-off place and what was an ever increase improbable promotion when Karl Robinson was in the managerial seat. We’d won one game of the previous 8 under Robinson and I shake my head at how we are still in with a shout.
2017 was not a year I will look back on with great fondness. Yes, the year was punctuated with some good memories such as a week in captivating St Barts before it was sadly hit by Hurricane Irma, but mostly for me it will be remembered for some difficult and anxious times.
I was diagnosed with cancer in February, which has sent me through an emotional loop of feelings. One minute angry, one minute thankful and lucky, but often disconnected and insular. There was a lot of relief too. Relieved because thanks to my early observation, a quick thinking GP and a marvellous urologist, the cancer was detected and removed all in a space of just over 24 hours, but undoubtedly the emotional scars it has left are taking longer to heal.
A little while back I took my first ever excursion to the south of France, a part of the world I have never previously discovered, but many Brits have and do, and I got to find out why. I was only there for a few days with some friends who had access to a house in the tiny village of Causses-et-Veyran. Wine tasting was the main motive for the trip, but we did also get to travel around the Languedoc area as well, known not only for its young whites, fruity roses and robust reds, but also for it’s beaches, nude ones at that, medieval monuments and beautiful hilly countryside.
A week back in a combination of East Sussex, Chislehurst and London Town, all now surrogate homes to me, and now I’m back to reality, if Bermuda is actually reality, with an imminent general election which the media is full off. It’s the week after next and if I can bring myself to, I’ll put a few words together on it soon.
I do a lot of travelling but generally as a rule I don’t like being away for as long as a week on my own, and I was ready to get out of dodge yesterday. As is usual I did a lot of running around, and caught up with a lot of people including old mates on Friday for 50th birthday celebrations. That was a long but funny day.
As the Americas Cup in Bermuda finishes and the super yachts make their way out into the Atlantic to find the next nautical shindig, I myself thought I would do a runner for a week and have headed back to the U.K. and home. I arrived back this morning and drove down to my parents in the East Sussex countryside. I’m here for a couple of relaxing days to catch up on some sleep, update myself on the family gossip and drink my Dad’s red wine.
Tales of 34 C temperatures looked a little fabled this morning driving down the M23 in grey rainy skies. I might not have packed appropriately.
Shiver me timbers. Sorry that’s a pirate term, but still…. I have been very lucky to attend a lot of the biggest sporting events, and I have to tell you that the opening day of the 35th Americas Cup will join the list of very memorable days out, and up there with the Masters, The Open, Ashes test matches, Wimbledon and Olympic events.
The Americas Cup village, built on land that wasn’t even there a year ago, was immaculate and beautifully presented. More than 10,000 people, a sixth of the island’s population, watched the first day’s sail boat racing from various viewpoints and the excitement was plain to see and hear. In Bermuda election year I just wish the politicians would stop trying to score points off each other, and accept that this little island is going to experience something very special and create memories long lasting over these next 6 weeks.
I have always been a bad omen at anything like this. Once in Mexico, the captain told us that they’d seen hundreds of playful dolphins the day before. Not the day I went. Likewise gray whales in San Diego one time. I did see the arse of an alligator in the alligator infested Everglades, but didn’t see one bear in Yosemite, not a wild toucan in Belize, nor a jaguar in Nicaragua. Indeed a quest to see mating glow worms in Bermuda was fruitless, at least for me if not the worms.
Even Guy the Gorilla was given the day off when my Grandad took us to London Zoo when I was kid….
Recently I spent a day and a bit up in Long Island touring North Fork’s wine country. The day and time will dictate how long the drive out from Manhattan or JFK airport is, but as the crow flies it is only around 80 miles from the city to North Fork, stretching into a narrow peninsular surrounded by water, with the Long Island Sound to its north and the Peconic Bay to its south, creating an ideal climate for growing grapes.
Not so long ago the region was only known for potato and fruit & vegetable farms but since the late 70’s and 80’s it has become a stellar wine producing region and as we found out a great place to explore some very good wineries, nearly all of whom I had never heard off before.
We were informed that there are around 50 wineries in North Fork, but it seemed more as they lined up next to each other in lush surroundings, with the sea in the air on New York State Route 25, which is not much more than a country single-lane road.
We based ourselves in the Jedediah Hawkins House (below), a painstakingly restored Victorian inn with a well-heeled restaurant and, as you would expect, a well-heeled bar. I don’t think you’d drive out here and not taste wine, but the Jedediah Hawkins was worth the drive on its own.
Each room is individually named and decorated and the grounds deserve exploring (with a glass of course) with it’s gardens, fountains and gazebo. The inn was in Jamesport, a town with a bounty of farms, beaches, vines and charming roadside vegetable stands.
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I’ve just finished watching the France v Switzerland game, where a burst ball and torn shirts was the highlight of the proceedings, but if Charlton fans needed a spark to encourage a sweet dream tonight I bring news that Naby Sarr have been sent out on a season-long loan to French Ligue 2 side Red Star Belgrade.
Next time Ms Meire bangs on about how much her mentor has invested in the club, think about that £1.4m wisely spent.
In other devastating news assistant coach Wim de Corte has also left the club. How we will cope without interim Wim I dread to think. Anyway Russell Slade looks to already be putting his mark on things.
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I’m at the airport flying overnight to Gatwick for a week in London mixing work, family and friends. I had planned to be at The Valley next Saturday but Sky Sports scuppered my plans, so I will almost certainly make the trip on Tuesday instead for what is the ultimate six-pointer.
MK Dons have on a far regular basis than us this season collected vital wins that sees them 7 points better off than us. But when Ms Meire talks about budget I would expect Karl Robinson’s side to be below us in the wage and spending stakes but on a different planet when it comes to forward planning, strategy and stability.
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As expected my body forced me awake early this morning, but it was nice to be back in my own Bermuda bed after a great Christmas at home with our families.
However the imperturbable other half will tell you, my disposition driving anti-clockwise around the M25 from Heathrow to pick my son up on the day we arrived was not particularly festive. Anyway a better journey under the now toll-less Dartford Tunnel to an old mate’s house in St Albans to be met with chili and lot’s of red wine did the trick, and despite a hangover the drive to Oxfordshire on Christmas Eve via Henley had me ready for Santa.
I was on the nice list, which was a pleasant surprise, as was my daughter, which was less of a surprise, and my other half’s family were in great spirits and we had a wonderful couple of days with them before we left early on Boxing Day to drive into London to my brother’s. My parents were already in situ as was my sister in law’s family and we had another very lovely day, rare days of us all being together that should be cherished.
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We fly home to the UK tonight from Atlanta to spend Christmas with our families, which I am really excited about. Tomorrow after we land at Heathrow we have a bit of M25 navigating to do, first of all we have to nip around to Kent to pick my son up and then go back around the other way to friends in St Albans where we are going to spend tomorrow night.
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Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends.
Whereas using pumpkin in every recipe and sending your kids out onto the cold streets dressed as ghosts on October 31st and tomorrow queuing to get into Bluewater to buy a £100 telly has gleefully been embodied by Brits, sadly having a day off work, eating like you are never going to see food again, getting drunk with family and friends and watching football on television all day on the last Thursday of every November has not.
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I leave for Washington DC this morning for a conference in the nation’s capital and Pope Francis is coming too. No, I haven’t had a career change it’s just that his Papelness is making his first visit to the United States and starts his tour in DC tomorrow. He is also visiting Philadelphia and after DC, like me, he is heading to New York. I am sure we will bump into each other!
That’s all very nice but it does mean that New York and particularly Washington DC is going to be in a security meltdown for the entire week and getting around the capital is going to be nothing short of a nightmare, and to make matters worse, they have even banned selfie sticks. Disaster.
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Here it is then, another Charlton Athletic season of blood, sweat and tears. Remember a baby is made and born quicker than a football season and it is important not to get too high with the highs, and too low with the lows. What rubbish eh? Whoever spouts this kind of stuff is clearly not a football fan!
The Championship season, tucked away behind a cloud on Sky Sports, unless you are Leeds United, has another look of throwing up all kinds of possibilities this season. Upon doing a little research to write my previews of each team (click here on part’s I, II and III) it only highlighted the myriad of differing ambitions that clubs have and how they plan to attack them.
It is almost impossible to strive for midtable security in The Championship, and I think Charlton need to be wary of that ideal. The Charlton approach should be to keep away from any danger and attempt to improve on last season but if horror upon horrors there is the slightest chance of a play-off opportunity, then Roland Duchatelet and the club needs to embrace it.
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Work has reached a crescendo of uber busy so it is with great joy that I woke up this morning to a national holiday. Explaining to our overseas colleagues and clients that Bermuda shuts down today was a little tricky but the office is closed, the lights are dimmed and the air conditioning is off.
National Heroes Day first came to prominence around 7 years ago when the Bermudian government ditched the Queen’s birthday and decided to celebrate those closer to home instead
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The great thing about being a Charlton Athletic fan is that expectations are always low. A 3,440 mile overnight flight with little sleep, quick shower, a hire car and a race from Gatwick to pick up my son and then my mate before getting to The Valley, all to watch us be two down by half past twelve!
It was always going to be a strange day. Another team and their fans celebrating on your own ground is hard to find enjoyable, even if it was a team as deserving as they are, but I at least hoped we might give it a go.
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2014 wasn’t the smoothest of years. At home we had to come through some personal anguish, my other half also lost her job and I attended a funeral of someone close that came all too suddenly. Work is never easy and will continue to be challenging and not in a revolutionary way.
On the flip side I went to a couple of great weddings, headlined by my brothers, where he and his now wife pulled off a glorious day in the middle of a forest. My daughter started primary school and is absolutely flourishing and my son continues to make great strides at his school in Kent as he approaches his GSCE’s head on.
I got to cross off more places to visit on my long list and we were lucky to have a couple of fabulous holidays.
Charlton Athletic of course continue to be both the ying and the yang of one’s frame of mind, but that is why we love them and undoubtedly the Addicks sit in a better place today than they did 12 months ago, although the sacking of Chris Powell wasn’t one of my year’s most endearing moments.
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We arrived home from our Christmas excursion in Atlanta this afternoon and since putting the little ‘un to bed we have followed the same pattern as every other parent in the world and wrapped presents, sipped wine and argued over who will neck the majority of a glass of port and leave crumbs from a deliciously flakey mince pie!
This is the first Christmas we have spent in Bermuda for 5 years and now we are at home and unpacked I am very much looking forward to our own bed and not having to live out of a suitcase for a week, even though tomorrow I know we’ll have a moment when we’ll have a yearning to be with family.
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I am making the most of having Thanksgiving Friday off work and fly back to Gatwick overnight for the weekend, literally until Sunday when I will fly back.
Despite the disorientating nature of it, I love these quick weekenders back at home. I cram in as much as possible, travel light and the body doesn’t get time to adjust, at least that is what I tell myself anyway.
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My body is normally a temple, as those that know me will attest! But this morning it is questioning how it ever got mixed up with me in the first place. The last four Sunday’s I have been in Bermuda, Los Angeles, Miami and Eastbourne. Not quite Del Boy’s van, but in the same condition.
This morning we are off to meet an old mate of mine from Chicago and his beautiful new fiancé for breakfast in Bills. Just what I need, another pile of bacon, sausage, egg and mushroom, but I am looking forward to seeing them all the same.
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Hurricane Gonzalo left the island bruised but not beaten on Saturday morning. It had slowed in both pace and power when it reached landfall at 8.30pm on Friday.
The Atlantic Ocean is 41 million sq miles wide and Bermuda is a 20.6 sq mile island in the middle of it, yet the eye of the Gonzalo still managed to cross straight over the it bringing darkness and an eerie silence except for the chirping of millions of very confused tree frogs.
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We landed at a reasonably warm Gatwick Airport this morning, and have just said goodbye to my girls who are heading into London’s west end, whilst I shower and get myself ready for the drive to Royston in Hertfordshire for my mate’s wedding this afternoon.
I felt a mixture of relief and chicken when I boarded the BA flight last night and our thoughts are with friends and colleagues who remain on the island. It will be difficult to think of much else
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The last ever Bermuda hosted PGA Grand Slam – the end of season money spinner for the winners of the four majors – has taken a bit of a back seat here, what with the impending Hurricane Gonzalo, on which I’ll write more later, but I did manage to get to Port Royal today to see Martin Kaymer collect the winnings after seeing off Bubba Watson in a one-hole play-off.
The PGA Grand Slam is a great tournament, four of the world’s best players play two rounds of golf in beautiful and relaxed surroundings to crowds both so polite and sparse that you can touch and chat to the players at everyone of it’s 36 holes played over two days.
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I have arrived in Miami from Kansas City this afternoon and joined by a mate we will have a night on the tiles before flying back to Bermuda Saturday evening.
That means tomorrow I will again be away from home whilst the Addicks play signifying more desperate tapping at the phone for two hours.
The International break was a bit of a nuisance and I hope it hasn’t interrupted our good start out of the blocks. Watford took the opportunity to replace their manager despite a terrific start and the Hornets will be playing under former Brighton boss Oscar Garcia for the first time.
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My first sight of the new revolution in SE7 last night and quite frankly I was astounded.
The first 10 minutes I sat in a kind of self contained bewilderment as Peeters’ side imposed their passing game on most people’s favourites for promotion. Derby hardly got a sniff of the ball until they kicked off again after George Țucudean scored a beautifully crafted goal in the 11th minute.
I cheered with others, but I was equally a little bit speechless if I’m honest. I don’t think in 40 years I have seen a Charlton team play such a deliberate passing game. Good passers, yes, but all eleven players in a predetermined way look instinctively for the pass first, I don’t think I have.
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My brother and his now wife pulled off a dreamlike wedding yesterday in the middle of the Berkshire countryside.
A stunning setting, a forest lit up in flood lights, glitter balls, silver chandeliers, fairy lights, swings, photo booth, dancing, fire pits, smoke bombs, great food, too much booze, four DJ sets, an audience of cows, wellington boots, golf buggies and an awesome show-stealing best man’s speech symbolized a magnificent wedding day that was nearly all held outside.
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There has been many times when I have stared at the keyboard or stared into space with no inspiration at all, nothing.
Nothing going on at Charlton, nothing going on in the football world, nothing going on in my daily life, of particular interest to anyone else at least, nothing that I have seen on the telly or in the street that has sparked a rant. Nothing.
It happens when you write a blog and has happened to me many times during the 520 weeks of Chicago Addick.
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That is the question we were asking ourselves yesterday evening after we put my best mate’s Dad to rest in Catford.
He was insistent on no mourning, no black, no sadness and no sorrow and true to his memory, family and friends held a perfect commemoration of his life.
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I go home tomorrow night for what was always going to be my brother’s wedding, but sadly I now have to attend my best mate’s Dad’s funeral on Wednesday as well.
The funeral will be held at Hither Green Crematorium, which will also enable me to visit my dear Nan & Grandad. Afterwards we will have a couple of beers in the Catford Cricket Club, both at the bequest of my mate’s Dad, as was banning any black clothes because as he used to say: “funerals were too depressing.” So colours it is.
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Sarasota, Florida
