Charlton 'till we die Even the tired old cynics like me who hanker after the Golden age when footballs were laced up and players smoked a quick *** at half time
I think I went to games with my Dad when I was very young, but he fell out with the Club at one point and never went back (can't remember why). He had that tendency - if something offended him he would never forgive or forget. He fell out with the local C of E when they knocked down Holy Trinity. Never spoke to any of them ever again. Though I'll admit, knocking down a Church is ample provocation for a permanent falling out in my book.
I know who my chums are, a certain poster of a 40" waist pleaded with me to bring back some VERY cheap ***s. Being the guy I am I have bought the cancer sticks for him willingly. I need a night's stay as getting back to London late, said fat pig lives nearby and has told me to f*** off and sleep on the street. Disappointing.