An old mate called me a few minutes ago and we discussed life, our terrible wives, barmaids and we got on to talking about CaFc and this is how he described cafc..... They are like that old ford escort you (me) bought in the eighties, its a dog with fleas,it's never likely to work properly, it had a decent run for a bit, but it's full of cheap unreliable parts, and will keep costing you money with minimal pleasure attached. Quite why you bother I do t know, You should have got out of that years ago. He could have just said they are shat. Has anyone else got a analogy for cafc with real life events Or is my mate just a middle aged philosophical prick?
There's nothing wrong with an analogy. Neither is there anything wrong with being a middle aged philosophical jerk. It's a stage most of us go through at some time. A sort of "male menopause". I'd describe Charlton Athletic as a woman that you can't live with, and you can't live without. You love her to distraction but she drives you mad with her mood swings, capricious ways and capacity for self-destruction. For years you wished she'd leave your life forever, but when she was thrown out of her home, you fought the council for seven years to get her back into it. You have so many memories of times gone by and you watch your videos and movies, sometimes, almost with a tear in your eye. Your life together may not amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but you'll always have Wembley '98. She's your life's ruin but without her, life wouldn't be worth living. .
I bought a Ford Escort in the '80s. Cost me loads to keep it running. Was grateful to get 150 quid from a pikey for it.
To paraphrase Alan Latchley '... err, I love Charlton. Charlton is, is, she's a cruel mistress. She's, she's more than a mistress. She's a wife, she's a mother, she's a daughter, she's and errant child. She's a… she's a… she can make you laugh, she make you cry. She can bring tears me eyes. She can bring blood to me shoulders. She can bring the kettle to the boil. 'Cause Charlton is about nothing, unless it's about something and what it is about is Charlton. Excuse me.'
I like both analogies. The woman love/hate one is pretty much nail on the head, but the one about the pine cones and the umbrella is just magical. The next time we are sat at the Valley, 2-0 down against Wigan, and the Church has just missed an open goal by tapping the ball so softly it did'nt have the strength to cross the line, we can think back to the pine cones in august 2014, and think, ' what the fcuk was that all about. Post of the year if you want my honest opinion.
