After the visit of the 'Golden Boys', we now played host to the 'Old Gold' of Wolverhampton.
At this rate, we'll be seeing the Gold Blend couple, Dutch rockers Golden Earring, Blue Peter dog Goldie and branches of 'relaxed' 70's restaurant 'Golden Egg' popping up around The Valley.
George Tucudean could have scored Charlton's now seemingly 'traditional' early goal in the 6th minute, his header going wide after Cousins' precise cross.
Wolves wasted some good chances, especially former Charlton failure Leon Clarke.
With his back to goal, the impressive Henry looped a spectacular 13th minute effort. Thankfully it was nudged over the bar by Henderson as the game ebbed and flowed.
Charlton did score first through Andre Bikey-Amougou's 25th-minute volley. Not the best goal of the season so far but certainly the best celebration. For a big boned bloke his gymnastic tumbling had remarkable grace.
It was almost 2-0 within moments but Tucudean sprayed his shot wide, then later he copied one of my trademarked golf air shots when he had the goal at his mercy.
At half time Charlton were 1-0 up but it seemed clear the 'gold standard' chances that had been fluffed would probably come back to bite us on the bum.
Of course it came to pass that Charlton's defence was finally breached, though Henderson will be disappointed he didn't manage to keep the ball out.
From our angle, it seemed rather odd when the Wolves supporters were jumping about as it looked as if Henderson had clawed the ball away.
Once Wolves scored, they were lifted, Batth getting the final touch.
Though it did seem Wolves were now moving forwards with more aggression and purpose, Charlton were still having their own moments too.
Unfortunately, the referee now chose to have his worst period of the game, missing or choosing to ignore some bad challenges and transgressions.
When he did notice something, it was odds on it would be to the benefit of the visitors, even if exactly the same thing had happened moments before and he'd waved play on despite the Charlton support howling in protest.
With seconds to go, he very nearly completely blew it for Charlton when a rash challenge then a blatant handball within 2 seconds of each other were waved away, only for Wolves to break clear.
Had they scored, and arguably they really should have done, it would have been a travesty as a draw was a fair result.
Both teams gave a good account of themselves and even though it was Charlton's worst home result of the season, it was hardly a disaster.
An indication of how far things have changed in recent months is that many fans were disappointed at only getting a draw from the visit of one of the teams at the top of the table.
Heady days.
I'm off to eat some Golden Graham's with Gold Top poured on before heading to bed.
