Charlton Athletic 0 - Blackpool 0
Today was not a classic, by any stretch of the imagination but Charlton can at least say a clean sheet has finally arrived.
Ben Hamer wasn't really called into action too much in the Charlton goal but the West Country custodian must gain some confidence from the shut out, especially as his performances have been under the microscope lately.
Last weekend, I couldn't see us winning a point before the International Break so two draws against fancied opposition isn't a bad return.
Today was a game nobody really deserved to win or lose.
It was dull, dull, dull.
I think Charlton will be happier with the point than Blackpool who surely must have arrived at The Valley, looked at our team sheet without Kermorgant, Solly, Jackson and Cort and reckoned it was a fine time to avenge the two defeats we inflicted upon them last season.
There was plenty of huff and puff from both sides but real, proper, attempts on goal were at a premium.
Other than Jordan Cousins long shot, that Gilks managed to push onto the post, Charlton were pretty toothless.
Church ran and ran (and ran) but nothing fell for him.
Sordell got into some good positions but in general, he just made me wonder why anyone felt the need to put a £3M price tag on him and Harriot tried hard, yet seemed outmuscled by the well drilled Seasiders.
Blackpool's large defence made sure all the long balls hoofed up front were repelled with ease.
We certainly missed the pugnacious Kermorgant.
At the other end, Wilson, Morrison and Wood were keeping the highly regarded Ince under wraps.
Both teams cancelled each other out.
Hardly a game to live long in the memory but it's a point I didn't expect, so I'm not complaining, (unlike the prize twazzock who was sitting behind us in the East stand).
He moaned from 3pm onwards, without cease.
He didn't seem to recognise many of our players and had very little of note to say other than the reds are "just not good enough" and "laughably poor", while exclaiming with disgust at every perceived misplaced pass or fumbled control.
It went on and on.
He was having a horrible time, obviously hating every minute of his time at The Valley.
A man of such lofty standards must surely dress in the finest suits, live with a Miss World, dine out at Michelin starred restaurants while driving a DB9 to his obscenely highly paid job, before heading home to his luxury mansion.
His cover as an Old Man Steptoe clone was a masterstroke when trying to blend in.
The 100% support of Tuesday night was a distant memory around our parts today, mostly thanks to Moaning Mike.
I do hope he's not going to be a regular feature of home games.