Nothing To See Here, Move Along.

Charlton Athletic 2 - Swindon Town 4.

Well, that didn't go very well did it?

As ever, we saved one of our worst performances for the television cameras.

We seemed fortunate to go ahead through Jackson. The Swindon players chased after the referee claiming a handball but he saw nothing in it.

From then on, it was all Swindon.
Poor or non existent Charlton defending gave Swindon every chance to equalise and then go on to score a hatful.

By the time Abbott had scored, (a remarkably well taken goal considering his propensity to showcase the airshot when inside the opposition penalty area), the game was already up and many Addicks had vacated the Valley.

A chorus of boos rang out as the disconsolate players trudged off.
It was one of those days to forget.

A Casual Rating
I really can't be bothered to award a Lacoste polo this time.
 Charlie Austin was probably as close as anyone could get to the award but I'm feeling childish and I'm not giving it to an opposition player.

As for the Primark novelty slogan tee shirt, I fear I'm going to have to order a lorry load if this performance is an indicator of what's to come.

Ref Watch.
The referee probably did us a favour with Jackson's goal but then seemed to be fairly ok, despite obviously having a grievance with Kyel Reid for some reason.
Perhaps they've met before and Kyel gave him some chat?

So, it's back to work tomorrow, with the prospect of Spurs at the Lane on Sunday.

Somehow, I don't think 'Arry is going to be quaking in his boots at the thought of our team arriving.

Let's hope Redknapp takes it easy on us and rests a few key players............ all of them except the dodgy keeper would be great thanks 'Arry.

I wonder how Parky's 'chat' with the new owners is going?

Yet Another Draw

It's Sunday night and until now, I haven't made any efforts to comment on the point gained in Wiltshire yesterday.

On Friday morning, I had decided that I was going to be heading West but by Saturday morning, I found I couldn't be bothered after all.
Our rather jittery performances of late had made me think that perhaps my time and money could be better spent.

Of course, as the clock ticked towards 3pm and I realised I was now trapped with the unique offerings of the BBC's Emma, I momentarily regretted my decision.

Nicky Bailey saved the day, at the death, after what appeared to be a poor Charlton team effort.

On Thursday night we headed out into Kent, to visit the Orchard theatre at Dartford.
We were there to see Tim Vine doing his new show.
He was fantastic. The rapid fire delivery was unceasing and I found that I often missed jokes as I was still laughing at the previous one.
The crowd was far more 'mixed' than at many comedy shows. There were many more 'older' people and also a fair smattering of kids who looked to be around 12 years old.
I suppose it's because he doesn't swear or start talking about his genitals.

Unlike Charlton at the moment, I'd recommend seeing Tim Vine to anyone.