Bummer , just remembered i bought a half time jackpot ticket on Saturday , forgot to keep an ear out at halftime to see if'd won , i ain't going back now!
NWKA Bob actually won it, MIA ! Maybe he'll buy you a drink on Thurs night if you ask nicely !
Charlton finally secured promotion at their happy hunting ground at Brunton Park. A single goal from Bradley Wright-Phillips was enough to give the visitors all three points on an emotional afternoon.
Charlton started the game on the front foot and could have gone ahead in the 17th minute when Danny N'Guessan failed to keep his composure as his effort sailed way over the bar.
The hosts themselves were looking to pick up points to help aid their bid for the play offs, and their best chance fell to Jordan Cook, on loan from Sunderland, but he wasn't able to keep his composure. He found himself with time and space on the edge of the area, but his shot went well wide from a promising position.
In the second half it was the hosts that were closest to going ahead, Liam Noble tried his luck from 20 yards, and his shot beat Ben Hamer, but the league leaders were saved by the woodwork.
At the other end, Adam Collin had to be alert to deny Wright-Phillips. The prolific front man beat the offside trap and found himself one on one with the keeper, but he was unable to put the chance away. Minutes later, Collin was on hand again to deny Yann Kermogant, the big Frenchman climbed highest from the corner, but his powerful header was well saved.
Then, with 13 minutes to go, the visitors took the lead. Skipper Johnnie Jackson whipped in a corner from the right, the ball was flicked on, and Wright-Phillips was in the right place at the right time to prod the ball over the line.
The goal sparked wild celebration in the visiting corner of the ground. The 700 strong army of Londoners were united as one in joy as a nervy ten minutes followed. As Charlton hung on, news filtered through that Sheffield Wednesday had been held to a 1-1 draw at Colchester, and the players and fans were able to celebrate.
After a number of fans had managed to evade the stewards and police to get onto the pitch to congratulate their heroes, the players were shepherded back down the tunnel. But the visiting supporters stayed where they were, singing and chanting, wishing to see the team return to the pitch.
Sure enough, they got what they wanted. The players raced over to the far corner of the ground, greeted by jubilant supporters. Powell was thrown into the air by his players and staff as the crowd sang his name.
Players, management and fans all had tears in their eyes as the Addicks were promoted back to the Championship. For the hardy souls that made the 600 mile round trip, it proved to be a day that none of them will ever forget, and most certainly a day when you can say 'I was there'.
Spot on about the I was there moment , will never leave me that day ever , in my dying days i will look upon that and think what a day what a buzz what a result
Funnily enough I was having a clear out of sky plus yesterday and the sky sports news coverage of the day and the football league show are still marked blue for 'do not delete'. Sad but true.
Bloody hell... Cant believe that was three years ago.
Still get goosebumps whenever I think about it... Barely missed a match that season so to win promotion on the furthest away trip just capped it (Remember Scott Wagstaff's Dad sitting just across from me on the coach as well)
The moment when the players came charging out of the tunnel towards us, once the other results had been confirmed and we were up, will live with me forever.
Thanks for putting this back up AFKA. Just had a happy old time reminding myself whilst in hospital (with my headphones on of course!) great stuff. I wish there were similar vids from Wembley but Carlisle was special because everyone can probably spot someone they know or met in Paul's videos - which he selflessly took from the stand rather than going on the pitch like Joe!
Obviously a brilliant day, but I took my 11 yr old and 2 of his mates and they got really upset about the heavy-handedness of some stewards and police at the end of the match. They'd noticed a boy their age getting man-handled and it soured the journey home. Thank God I only had to go 2hrs down the A65.
Wow time flies, could not have gone with better people that day, still can't hide my smile when I think back from the ridiculous early start of booze and abuse to the late night home and everything in between
It remains (and I think it always will) the best footballing day (not game) of my life! I think only witnessing England win something could get close for me. Still shocking that we only had 900 up there, to see us win the league, just like Blackburn in 2000. A quality 900 but poor none-the less, although it kind of makes it all the more special for those catually there.
Did a lot of northern aways that season with the same band of mates, so was fitting for us all to be there for that. The pre and post match booze up will live long in the memory, as will the Blackpool weekender for Preston away a couple of weeks later! Fortunatley, in hindsight, that season fell nicely between long-term serious relationships for me.
Wow time flies, could not have gone with better people that day, still can't hide my smile when I think back from the ridiculous early start of booze and abuse to the late night home and everything in between
Certainly was a day and a half mate....never laughed so much
How time flies, Was a great (long) day. Stayed over in some village pub outside Carlisle and made a slow journey back next day. We didnt play great that day but just ground out what we needed.
A great day for us with meeting some new Addicks friends. Sadly some of these memorable posts are from our sadly departed friend Andy @Bryan_Kynsie.
As Andy said, I selflessly stayed in the stands making the vids, whilst @JBlock and hundreds of wild eyed folk went on to the pitch. In fairness I was just so stunned that I just stood in the stand taking it all in. A proper father and son moment, with tears of joy.
Poignantly his later message was from his hospital bed. His last game, which we went with him to, was at Derby, 15/08/2015.
Football is more than just 'a' game. For all of us it's a way of living and celebrating. Andy was laid to rest in his Charlton shirt, aged just 59. It's so important that special days are not forgotten, but equally it's crucial that special people are also not forgotten.
You see days like that and that is why what Roland has done to us hurts so much. I will never ever forgive him for the deep hurt he has put us through. The same can be said for that woman.
Still one of the greatest days, and most definitely one the best footballing day of my life. Can’t believe it was 6 years ago already. It was an amazing day and one I still mention now. From start to finish it was perfect and just looking back at that team, that management, Chris Powell, the friends, the people, the really good times.
6 years on and a lot has happened. Football wise we have gone from such a high and connection to our club, to looking like we will miss out on the play offs of a league we romped, attendances are as low as ever, we are in a state and shows how things can change quickly so it’s important we make the most of the good times. Personally, I’ve been with my girlfriend for over 4 years and am just about to graduate at university, I was almost 17 at the time of Carlisle away, craziness.
Looking back at that season, I only missed 6 games, I went to 40 games that year, not including Fulham away in the third round or Carlisle at home in second. I watched Halifax on TV.
That season for me personally was one that I can honestly say is the only thing that got me through. I lost both my nan and grandad in the space of 3 weeks that season.
24th September 2011 we played Chesterfield at home, won 3-1, it was football for a fiver. The early hours of that morning my nan passed away. I went to the game still because it was my only way of dealing with it. Charlton saved her life when she was growing up, she was at football when her home got bombed in the war. It runs through my veins. It’s part of who I am.
15th October 2011 we played Stevenage away, lost 1-0 and was our first loss of the season. Two days prior, my grandad passed away. I went to that game still, again because it was the only thing that got me through. He took my dad when he was younger, watching Keith Peacock play and kick the ball into his own face too. I used to go football with my grandad, he took me plenty of times, we saw the Blackburn game when Friedel scores and JJ got the winner moments later. He took me to the Arsenal game where van Persie scored the goal of the season. As things work in funny ways, Stevenage at home that season was also football for a fiver, it was the club’s remembrance day too, my nan and grandad’s names were up on the big screen and many of my family attended too.
Charlton is our club and in our own personal ways, it is special and meaningful to us. Yes, it is a sport, a game that we love, but it means more than that to us.
Carlisle away was a magnificent day and way to cap off what had been a emotional rollercoaster, but one that got me through. It was fantastic and I am so proud to say I was there.
It’s mad how you can look back at a season and remember so many details, every score, who scored and look back at things and realise how good we had it under Powell back then. I just hope that someday, we will get back to where we once were.
Will never forget it and something that will live with me forever.
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Charlton finally secured promotion at their happy hunting ground at Brunton Park. A single goal from Bradley Wright-Phillips was enough to give the visitors all three points on an emotional afternoon.
Charlton started the game on the front foot and could have gone ahead in the 17th minute when Danny N'Guessan failed to keep his composure as his effort sailed way over the bar.
The hosts themselves were looking to pick up points to help aid their bid for the play offs, and their best chance fell to Jordan Cook, on loan from Sunderland, but he wasn't able to keep his composure. He found himself with time and space on the edge of the area, but his shot went well wide from a promising position.
In the second half it was the hosts that were closest to going ahead, Liam Noble tried his luck from 20 yards, and his shot beat Ben Hamer, but the league leaders were saved by the woodwork.
At the other end, Adam Collin had to be alert to deny Wright-Phillips. The prolific front man beat the offside trap and found himself one on one with the keeper, but he was unable to put the chance away. Minutes later, Collin was on hand again to deny Yann Kermogant, the big Frenchman climbed highest from the corner, but his powerful header was well saved.
Then, with 13 minutes to go, the visitors took the lead. Skipper Johnnie Jackson whipped in a corner from the right, the ball was flicked on, and Wright-Phillips was in the right place at the right time to prod the ball over the line.
The goal sparked wild celebration in the visiting corner of the ground. The 700 strong army of Londoners were united as one in joy as a nervy ten minutes followed. As Charlton hung on, news filtered through that Sheffield Wednesday had been held to a 1-1 draw at Colchester, and the players and fans were able to celebrate.
After a number of fans had managed to evade the stewards and police to get onto the pitch to congratulate their heroes, the players were shepherded back down the tunnel. But the visiting supporters stayed where they were, singing and chanting, wishing to see the team return to the pitch.
Sure enough, they got what they wanted. The players raced over to the far corner of the ground, greeted by jubilant supporters. Powell was thrown into the air by his players and staff as the crowd sang his name.
Players, management and fans all had tears in their eyes as the Addicks were promoted back to the Championship. For the hardy souls that made the 600 mile round trip, it proved to be a day that none of them will ever forget, and most certainly a day when you can say 'I was there'.
Spot on about the I was there moment , will never leave me that day ever , in my dying days i will look upon that and think what a day what a buzz what a result
Still get goosebumps whenever I think about it... Barely missed a match that season so to win promotion on the furthest away trip just capped it (Remember Scott Wagstaff's Dad sitting just across from me on the coach as well)
Great day that should have been the beginning, rather than the beginning of the end.
The fact is was the longest journey to make somehow made it even more special. A proper "you just had to be there" occasion. Unforgettable.
Still shocking that we only had 900 up there, to see us win the league, just like Blackburn in 2000. A quality 900 but poor none-the less, although it kind of makes it all the more special for those catually there.
Did a lot of northern aways that season with the same band of mates, so was fitting for us all to be there for that. The pre and post match booze up will live long in the memory, as will the Blackpool weekender for Preston away a couple of weeks later! Fortunatley, in hindsight, that season fell nicely between long-term serious relationships for me.
http://www.photoblog.com/jarvo/2012/04/15/more-action-shots-from-yesterdays-match-carlisle-united-0-charlton-athletic-1.html
http://www.photoblog.com/jarvo/2012/04/16/anticipation-and-joy-fan-pics-between-the-winning-goal-and-winning-promotion-cufc-0-cafc-1.html
http://www.photoblog.com/jarvo/2012/04/17/celebrations.html
Was a great (long) day. Stayed over in some village pub outside Carlisle and made a slow journey back next day.
We didnt play great that day but just ground out what we needed.
Yann - our Cantona.
Jacko - love him to bits.
Twice I've been to Carlisle and seen us promoted.
As Andy said, I selflessly stayed in the stands making the vids, whilst @JBlock and hundreds of wild eyed folk went on to the pitch. In fairness I was just so stunned that I just stood in the stand taking it all in. A proper father and son moment, with tears of joy.
Poignantly his later message was from his hospital bed. His last game, which we went with him to, was at Derby, 15/08/2015.
Football is more than just 'a' game. For all of us it's a way of living and celebrating. Andy was laid to rest in his Charlton shirt, aged just 59. It's so important that special days are not forgotten, but equally it's crucial that special people are also not forgotten.
6 years on and a lot has happened. Football wise we have gone from such a high and connection to our club, to looking like we will miss out on the play offs of a league we romped, attendances are as low as ever, we are in a state and shows how things can change quickly so it’s important we make the most of the good times. Personally, I’ve been with my girlfriend for over 4 years and am just about to graduate at university, I was almost 17 at the time of Carlisle away, craziness.
Looking back at that season, I only missed 6 games, I went to 40 games that year, not including Fulham away in the third round or Carlisle at home in second. I watched Halifax on TV.
That season for me personally was one that I can honestly say is the only thing that got me through. I lost both my nan and grandad in the space of 3 weeks that season.
24th September 2011 we played Chesterfield at home, won 3-1, it was football for a fiver. The early hours of that morning my nan passed away. I went to the game still because it was my only way of dealing with it. Charlton saved her life when she was growing up, she was at football when her home got bombed in the war. It runs through my veins. It’s part of who I am.
15th October 2011 we played Stevenage away, lost 1-0 and was our first loss of the season. Two days prior, my grandad passed away. I went to that game still, again because it was the only thing that got me through. He took my dad when he was younger, watching Keith Peacock play and kick the ball into his own face too. I used to go football with my grandad, he took me plenty of times, we saw the Blackburn game when Friedel scores and JJ got the winner moments later. He took me to the Arsenal game where van Persie scored the goal of the season. As things work in funny ways, Stevenage at home that season was also football for a fiver, it was the club’s remembrance day too, my nan and grandad’s names were up on the big screen and many of my family attended too.
Charlton is our club and in our own personal ways, it is special and meaningful to us. Yes, it is a sport, a game that we love, but it means more than that to us.
Carlisle away was a magnificent day and way to cap off what had been a emotional rollercoaster, but one that got me through. It was fantastic and I am so proud to say I was there.
It’s mad how you can look back at a season and remember so many details, every score, who scored and look back at things and realise how good we had it under Powell back then. I just hope that someday, we will get back to where we once were.
Will never forget it and something that will live with me forever.