A few pints tonight has led me to reminisce about good old a2c, possibly the most anal and persistent WUM in the history of football blogging. If ever I need a new researcher at work, I will employ him (if he is willing to give up his £300 in benefits...) The depth of his research into Charlton issues, for a Millwall fan, is unsurpassed. Occasionally he let the mask slip, as when he defended the indefensible (Pardew) clearly to get a bite. I loved his inspired bandwagon boarding, at the time Charlton were obsessed with sending Steve Waggott down to Greenwich Town Hall every week to collect a community award. A2c loved that. He was also a staunch defender of Nigerian credit card fraudsters from Thamesmead,believing they needed nothing more than a chance and ten passports in life, and accused their critics of crude stereotyping. He also hated boo boys bile n vitriol, and claimed never to have seen a Spanner start a punch up. Kids mini buses and Paul Elliott campaigns brought a tear to his glass eye, especially as he was fighting a brave battle with Krohns disease. And who could forget the day he revealed he had gained a part time job exclusively on 606....as a beachcomber. This site is the poorer for a2c's absence. All those hours he spent alone in an internet cafe, discreetly tugging his pud under his coat, were not in vain. Thass all there iss to it.
My favourite A2C moment was when he said he'd rather burn to death than be rescued by a Sheffield fireman.
or when he said that tea, coffee and bovril should be banned from North Lower because a young child had spilled some on his shoes!
During a lull in games, I sometimes found myself scanning the North Lower looking for a2c. I had a vision in my head of a bloke in a dirty beige mac wearing NHS glasses held together by sticky tape. I then admonished myself that the person I was looking for didn't actually exist
Good for a laugh this thread. It is scathing hot here this afternoon lads, I am 20 minutes home and into my 3rd beer !
I just seemed to remember his Plymouth mate having so much to say about us and that we were wrong about the club we watch every week. ''yea but my plymouth mate iss saying we dahnt get it dahn on the grahnd enough''.
Shockin. Juss Shockin. The hubris of you lot dahn ahr grahnd! Happy memories. Him and Ackworth. Bless em. Reading the daily malice the pair of em.
