A different sort of customer
Seeing Katrien Meire walk along Harvey Gardens with her headphones in, holding a Pinnochio mask, and with a CARD sticker attached to her coat was a strange sight. Then by all accounts she approached Rick Everitt selling the latest VOTV (with me in it, plug, plug) and asked him if he was afraid to talk to her!
After seeing this play out on social media my immediate thoughts were – is this woman for real?
A qualified lawyer, even a novice one, will have adopted a very good poker face and an uber thick skin, but we have often seen her crack in front of the camera. However with Roland’s vote of confidence this week – “she is a fantastic lady,” there was a renewed skip in her step yesterday.
Whereas we know Roly will take some shifting, because, well he owns the club and the land it survives on, but what about Meire? What’s in this for her? It’s just a job, and, she’s not very good at it, everyone knows that, and very few people like her.
Charlton fans have evidenced time and time again that she is blatently not up to the task of being CEO of a professional football club. Under qualified, a liar, incompetent, harebrained, senseless. Actually forget Charlton fans, the national media have joined in the bandwagon, not a day goes by when Meire’s name is dragged through the mud.
So, what’s in it for her? Is she getting some perverse enjoyment out if it? Is there a meaty big fat pay cheque waiting for her at the end? Maybe this is a nice segway into a huge corporate job? Does she get a bonus when we get relegated? How is her performance measured? If we were still publicly traded, can you imagine what our worth would currently be on the Stock Exchange?
Yet, she thinks she is better than us, knows better than us, one of us even. “Charlton is something she lives for.”
In Roly’s world of sycophants, she will believe that she is doing things in the best interest of the club. “Oh, thank you Richard, no please, stop it,” I can hear it now, can you?
I am starting to come to the realization that she believes she can bide her time, with Roly as her mentor and shield, and over a period of time Roland and Meire can replace us as fans, wipe away the history, lose the pensioners that they can’t upsell to, move on the old fashioned tribal fan base, change the mindset, create a new Charlton Athletic fan. Middle class families from London who will add going to Charlton to their suite of modern day social activities. A gathering place where the result is secondary, and the experience primary. Cheap tickets, decent food, entertainment with the 90 minutes just part of the sideshow. Watch a young talent that you can tell you friends you first saw, a skillful foreign import, a impassive customer happy whatever the result.
Meire and Duchatelet don’t want us, they want a different sort of customer. Well, I’m not going anywhere. Are you?