The game tonight was going to be 'one of those games.'
You know the kind.
They're those games where you race out of work to get there in time to take your seat seconds before kick off, your belly is grumbling all through the match as you haven't eaten since lunch, you are losing all feeling in your fingers and toes due to the cold and to add insult to injury, the opposition have been for the most part outplayed yet their one effort on target has sneaked through your keepers hands.
The first half was all Charlton.
As people started to stretch their legs for their half time snacks and hot drinks, Bury managed to split the defence and John Lewis 'sold' Hamer a shot he will surely feel he should have stopped.
HT and 1-0 down.
Hmm.
It had been a while since we'd been behind at home.
The second half plodded on in the same fashion.
Things just weren't clicking for the Addicks.
Possession might be nine tenths of the law but unfortunately, Charlton just couldn't transfer the dominance into meaningful attempts on goal.
Pritchard and Haynes came on for Hollands and Clarke as Charlton looked to grab something from the game but we'd all seen this script played out many times before at Charlton.
We know the story.
After beating our rivals, we fall to a team of strugglers.
I'd resigned myself to our unbeaten home record disappearing and I imagine most others had too.
As the game entered added on time and Bury were attempting to waste every second of it, Dale Stephens scored one of the best goals I've seen at the Valley.
He sent in a proper Roy of the Rovers screamer into the top corner from around 40 yards out.
The Bury players fell to the floor in despair and the sparse crowd of under 14,000 celebrated as if we'd won the game.
I'm off to warm up.
