This takes me back to the early eighties... The sense of bewilderment, the wtf is going on days, the shall we go to the pub instead 3pm decision. This club is knackered. I said months ago that we are a franchise and we have about as much influence in the say of this club as I have of getting an marmite covered Katy Perry to sit on my nose in her bikini . But...I am quite excited in seeing what happens next. I predict Tom Lofty Watt will become a scoring sensation. I have this feeling, the same sort of feeling I had when I first saw Carl Leaburn Frankenstein Douchbag will throw a bone to the CL sychophants and give them some meaningless privilege like a lock of their museum door which I am told contains enough Charlton memorabilia to fill two dustbin bags, which is ironic as that is where the stuff was found. Luzon will be sacked on Wednesday afternoon. And replaced by a Belgium. Katrien Miere will finally explain the offside rule to Roland. He will then pay her cab fare home and promise to call her later.
Equally excited about Saturday... Either it all goes well with a spectacular victory catapulting our season back to the heavens Or we hold on to 0-0 for 50 minutes, go 1-0 down, and spend the rest of the afternoon singing 'you're getting sacked in the morning' to Luzon...