Is it possibly the worst ever time to be a Charlton supporter?
Taking Charlton in isolation. Depressing with a forecast of further stormy times ahead.
But let’s look around us. Crystal Palace tomorrow play in a repeat of the 1990 FA Cup Final. The face-painted Palace ultra’s will stain Wembley again for the second time in a matter of weeks. That Charlton butcher Pardew played in the 1990 Final, in fact it was two games as United won in a Wembley replay. Mark Bright, John Salako and one for the older statto’s, David Madden also played in both games.
Palace at Wembley in the Cup Final. At least here I can bury my head in the sand. Depressing. As is the amount of money they are banking as they move to a different stratosphere to us financially. But we live in hope that Super Alan Pardew will f**k it up again.
Despite some close calls, when we have always appeared to be so far away from Cup success, Palace and Millwall are still unable to have FA Cup winners on their list of honours. We proudly do, and we have to hope that Man United can turn it on tomorrow, and we get to see Louis Van Gaal climb those steps and not the smug Pardew.
Since we were last there Millwall have been to Wembley 6 (six) times, including the upcoming Play-Off Final later this month. What a waste. Mind you if Meire and Duchatelet want a role model of someone we should aspire to, then they should look no further than our neighbours. Neil Harris has been their Chris Powell, and despite a slow start, they stuck with him, and gave him time to build a hungry, young side who know what it means to play for the club. By all accounts Harris is a stickler on personalities as well.
I am actually okay with Millwall going up. Firstly because it means we won’t have to face them next season, and secondly because their eminence will always have a shelf life to it.
Remember those tussles with the Massives? For a decade Charlton and Sheffield Wednesday have pretty much followed each other around. There has been some rousing games, big passionate crowds and Wednesday even called us their rivals. Well no longer, at least since both clubs got taken over by rich foreign investors. If Wednesday beat Hull in The Championship Play-Off then for the first time since 2005, Charlton and Wednesday will be separated by two divisions. In those days it was the Addicks looking down.
I don’t know, watching Sheffield Wednesday move in the polar direction to us is just another reminder of how far Duchatelet and Meire have dismantled our club. Not just the team, but the whole fabric of the alliance that was built. I see that at Wednesday with Carlos Carvalhal and what they have built. Everything we built has been bulldozed down.
Katrien Meire said she was unfazed by West Ham’s move to the Olympic Stadium. In October she said: “We have values that are not found in another London club – we have a family club image with a big history where people can come for an easy, affordable day out.”
“The fans feel part of the club. The players are accessible, the manager is accessible and you’re very close to the core of the club.”
Think we’ll leave that there.
West Ham have sold 52,000 season tickets for their freebie Olympic Stadium. We have sold 3,000. How did we get to this point when we are at our lowest of ebbs, crowds dwindling and West Ham have everything in front of them. Some would call it luck, although the tax player might not, but some would say it is ambition. But when you have no ambition at all, you get to where Duchatelet and Meire have taken us.
At least Gillingham didn’t go up. I couldn’t have bared that.
Not a happy time to be a Charlton supporter in more ways than one.