Views on all things connected with that little bit of heaven down in London S.E. 7 !
Sunday, 5 March 2017
Home and Away
Saturday saw Addicks both here and abroad fighting two battles. One on home soil was for survival in League One, the other on foreign ground was for our very existence.
Closer to home saw a rather saddening display from both some fans and players alike. In some cases neither exactly covered themselves in glory.
The day started well for me as the decision to partake of pre-match imbibing in The Squirrels was to prove a good one. Good beer and food was consumed whilst watching United and Bournemouth entertain us with some behaviour that wouldn't have been out of place on the undercard for the Haye-Bellew fight.
Once inside Sixfields Stadium things went rapidly downhill. From the off Rudd was subject to a whole load of abuse from a few of our finest. Quite what he's done to warrant that I've no idea. The insults got worse after Smith scored. How on earth anyone thought Rudd could do anything about that I've not a clue.
A perfect cross was beautifully met and dispatch into the top left hand corner of the goal. It was unstoppable.
In the meantime, just behind the goal one of our more mature fans kicked off with another one. It never amounted to much but was unpleasant and sufficient to cause much distress to a wheelchair bound gentleman. All pretty unsavoury.
Somehow we fashioned a scrappy equaliser that was mostly undeserved. This led to a few of ours to go and taunt the Cobblers fans with a chair being thrown as well. As I understand it this hit Chicksen's mum. Thankfully, I don't think she was too badly hurt.
There's nothing good to say about the rest of the match. We didn't really create anything and totally lacked any cohesion or game plan. Watt appeared for a disappointing cameo and again he was on the receiving end of abuse. Maybe it's deserved to a degree but shouting all manner of obscenities at him or anyone else isn't going to help.
Post match very few players made their way over to the fans. Those that did get a hearty rendition of " you're not fit to wear the shirt ".
Equally Robinson left the scene. Not for him to be gathering the players together and lapping up the applause as if we've won the league. All mates together ! I can't see that happening for some time.
Clearly the manager didn't get away early to prepare himself to deliver a rational and erudite interview. The usual waffle followed and now he's taking the blame himself. Well that's what he said except he went on to cite injuries, suspensions, bad weather, officials looking at him in a funny way etc.etc. All reasons as to why he is fast becoming our least successful and popular manager.
He may eclipse Fraye, Pardew and Dowie across one or both of those. Quite some going.
At the time of writing Robinson remains in situ. Sadly, the same is also true of the man who is the driving force behind our current plight. However, Duchatelet did get an insight into the depth of the antipathy towards as nearly 300 Addicks paid him a visit in his hometown.
Their stories and details of their trip are well documented elsewhere. They have served to embarrass Roly in his backyard and also highlighted our situation through national and foreign media. We all owe them a great deal of gratitude.
Hopefully they will have nudged the owner nearer to departure. Whether those hardy souls have been successful won't be clear for some time. What is clear though is that they displayed more passion and desire than we witnessed from our boys on the pitch in Northampton.
In respect of Robinson and our squad it's a total mess. I really can't see us winning any of the next 3 games. Given the toxic atmosphere I witnessed Saturday playing all those at home really won't help as it is likely to be magnified.
It's all such a bloody mess. We are in our lowest position in my lifetime ( and I'm no spring chicken ) with no sign of things improving.
Maybe our CEO will offer some hope and insight when she shares her ideas and plans with fans on Saturday in her next Q&A session. We can rely her to deliver, can't we ?
I saw my first game back in the sixties when my dad took me along on a very wet and windy day. I recall having to turn my back to the pitch because of it.....shame you can't do that sometimes now !
I sit in the East Stand with my lads who both keep the faith.
I live 75 miles from the Valley having moved away from the area in 1984 but my heart has never left !