We would all agree that supporting Charlton in the last four or five years has been a challenge. During this time I have always tried to remain optimistic, hoping that the next match would be the one that set us back on the right track, that Andy Gray would score 20 in a season, that Keith Gillespie would do wonders on the wing, that Alan McCormack would provide the steel and guile our midfield so desperately cried out for (well, maybe not that one) but you get my drift.
When Powell was appointed I was firmly in the 'let him buy his own players and mould them into a proper footballing team' camp. And, so far this season I could not have asked for more. (By the way, a great article in the Independent about him..will bring a tear to your eye).
Anyway, as an optimist I should be foreseeing promotion at a canter. A record points total. BWP hitting 25 goals this season.
So, why now, just when we are doing well, does this sense of foreboding sweep across me? Why do I see the wheels coming off tomorrow? Why do I fear Garry Birtles saying during the game' 'Well, we all came here expecting to see a new dawn at The Valley but the Charlton players were not at the races today.'
Any advice and/or medication suggestions welcome.
When Powell was appointed I was firmly in the 'let him buy his own players and mould them into a proper footballing team' camp. And, so far this season I could not have asked for more. (By the way, a great article in the Independent about him..will bring a tear to your eye).
Anyway, as an optimist I should be foreseeing promotion at a canter. A record points total. BWP hitting 25 goals this season.
So, why now, just when we are doing well, does this sense of foreboding sweep across me? Why do I see the wheels coming off tomorrow? Why do I fear Garry Birtles saying during the game' 'Well, we all came here expecting to see a new dawn at The Valley but the Charlton players were not at the races today.'
Any advice and/or medication suggestions welcome.