Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, (part 102)
Despicable Franchise 2 - Charlton Athletic 0.
Being a Charlton supporter has never been one of the smartest decisions for anybody wanting an easy life.
Personally, I'd consider it a bit of a character flaw if I felt I had to align myself with regular success when choosing to follow 'my' team.
Surely it'd just be making up for the gaps in my own life if I had to gain reflected glory from one of the Sky heavyweights?
It'd be so easy to follow one of those teams who are always on television, never have to think about relegation and only worry about missing out on the Premier League title or not winning any silverware for a few years.
But we don't do we?
We follow Charlton Athletic and most of us are in it for the long haul.
Tonight I must admit I wasn't at Milton Keynes.
I followed the game using the CAFC player online and received regular messages from Crispy.
My heart was at the Moo Camp but my attentions were being grabbed by Arsenal playing Barcelona at the Nou Camp.
While Arsenal were bowing out of Europe against one of the best, (if not the best), passing teams in the world, Charlton were relinquishing any realistic chances of promotion to the Championship.
..........against MK sodding Dons.
In a crap league, against crap players.
Tomorrow I'll be at work and the talk will all be about how there's no shame in losing to the best and the Arsenal supporters on our staff will know there are some crumbs of comfort to be had.
I can't even begin to see any positives from Charlton's current position.
The stark facts are we lost, didn't deserve anything, created nothing and had one of our few fit forwards (correctly) red carded for the second time this season.
The franchise fully deserved their victory.
I went for a bath at full time to soak and have a bit of a sulk.
I usually stream music around my home and tonight was no different.
As I lay back, the warm water lapping over my chest the first tune randomly generated was by The Smiths.
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now.
(See you on Saturday)