Oldham Athletic 0 - Charlton Athletic 0.
For those of us who went through a puerile phase towards the end of the 1980's, 'Oldham' is synonymous with the Viz character Finbarr Saunders, (and his Double Entendres).
"I'm taking your mother on a tour of the north-west, first I'm going to Oldham, then I'm going to Bangor."
This is a roundabout way of saying Charlton gained a rather meaningless point yesterday.
We aren't going up, we aren't going down.
Another game ticked off on the increasingly interest free list of remaining fixtures.
The spin doctors will claim yesterday was a show of mental fortitude by the Addicks as Christian Dailly got his marching orders, after around half an hour.
What a silly sausage.
Retaliation after a bad foul is not what I'd expect from a senior pro, especially one with such a long and distinguished career.
However, it's now the 3rd time, this season, he's had first dibs on the Imperial Leather so perhaps the "he's not that kind of player" comments are being rather generous to our current club captain.
His ban takes him to the end of the season where I fully expect him to be thanked for all his efforts and then shown the door.
It's not all bad news for Christian. He's probably slouched on the sofa as I write, checking out his options on Expedia.com while his training gear is doing a final spin around in the washing machine.
I wasn't in the North West yesterday.
I chose to enjoy the sunshine in South East London.
It would appear I missed very,very little.