It's a blast, a scream... we've never had it so good!
I have every confidence in the current owner, in fact some of my best friends are Belgian.
That Katrien Meire, what a star! An asset to football, by golly I hope she progresses up the ranks at the FA!
That Roderick Dutchelet, i hope he has the same natural affection for Charlton as his father?
As for daddy Dutchelet, the mans a visionary... electronics, tourism, politics and football. What a guy!
If RD is not on Strictly next year well i am mystified... i won't be paying my TV license that's for sure, the last bloody insult that will be!
Duct tape. What's all the fuss? I remember once the sole of my Clarke's Commandos came off in 1974... if only i had had the vision, the nous and a certain Belgian je ne sais quoi! I could of fixed that sucker and a perfectly good compass would of not been wasted.
I love Roland, when i saw our new owner at the press release, standing there scarfy around his neck, the East Stand glistening "The Valley" behind him... i was chuffed. What a dude, a generous and forgiving man. Reasonable and yet powerful...
It is Sunday morning and the B.O is in his shed. He is still in his pyjamas and dressing gown.
His hair is dishevelled and he has that special ‘wild’ look in his eyes.
The demented stoat look.
His wife opens the shed door and peers in.
Holy Mother of God, she thinks to herself. She recognises the look on his face straight away. Good grief, the man’s had Another Idea.
He turns to her with shining, almost unseeing eyes.
“My dear, I’ve had another one of my brilliant ideas!”
Mrs. B.O places a steadying hand on the bench, and braces herself.
She raises a hand to her forehead.
“Let’s have it then.” she says quietly.
“I want to make our football club an impenetrable fortress!” cries the B.O
Mrs B.O eyes him in surprise. Well this was a curve ball. This was almost sensible. There had to be a catch.
“ Yes, an impregnable Fortress! And to do that... I’m gonna build a wall! A big beautiful wall! All the way round the ground!” proclaims the B.O.
Mrs B.O lets out a sigh.
Yep, there it was.
“It’ll keep all the protestors out!” says the B.O. “and all the potential buyers in! And I’ll get Mexico to pay for it! Failing that, Greenwich Council!”
Mrs. B.O stares at him.
“But how will ANY supporters get in?” She says.
“Well it’ll only be those ones with their own personal helicopters!” exclaims the B.O. “ It’ll keep the riff raff out! We’ll put a heliport in the car park, and maybe a hotel. Or three!”
Mrs. B.O folds her arms and looks up at the ceiling in despair.
“ And I’ve even got a name for this beautiful concrete barrier!” says the B.O
“ Really.” mutters Mrs B.O.
“ I’m going to call it....Me Wall!” says the B.O. his eyes gleaming. “ I can hear it now. All the fans in the ground chanting ‘Me Wall! Me Wall! Me Wall!”
Mrs B.O looks at him in utter disdain.
“ You really are a complete ....”
Can’t....imagine what she was going to say next, but no matter, let’s leave it there, it’s Sunday afternoon and perhaps there’s time for a nice late stroll before tea time.
Day 1897 and 1898. Well another weekend is upon us and incredibly he’s still here. In the words of Gilbert O’ Sullivan - You’re a bad dog baby.....hold on...not that one.... I mean ..Why oh why? He lost the argument an age ago, so the proclaimed ‘idea’ is long dead. So presumably it can now only be about the money, and the loss of face. But the horse has bolted on at least one of those as well. So maybe it’s stubborness, lack of clarity of thought, or something we don’t know about that prevents this unhappy period from being brought to a welcome close. Who knows? Answers on a postcard please. He’s still here. Ohforcryingoutloud...
To be serious for once, I really think he hasn’t a clue
what motivates other people, and that is the root cause of all the problems.
He has fallen lucky with the people who run his core
business of electronic widgets – he had a good idea many years ago and their
expertise has enabled it to be more than a flash in the pan. I doubt he would have built a successful
business empire by himself.
Just look at the enterprises he has undertaken without
them – the political parties, the Network – neither have been resounding
successes. I suspect his life partner
has a very big say in the property businesses in S-T and holds the “people”
side of that together.
So once he has got an idea fixed in his head – such as
the “worth” of Charlton Athletic – I think he may not just be unwilling to
entertain the prospective purchaser’s view, but actually unable to do so. Equally, if they are giving him the
run-around, would he be able to recognise the fact, let alone understand their
possible motivation?
So, to echo your thought for the day - Ohforcryingoutloud...
Comments
Gordon Bennett
Another week of this occupation.
He’s still here.
Oh for crying out loud...
He’s still here
Ohforcryingoutloud
Anyone checked WIOTOS
More so now, just so my dad can have a break.
I cannot wait for the day my old man says his...
"Roland has actually now left!" Confirmation. Whatever that may be and how he will go about it.
I personally think this is Charltonlifes best thread and it is a memorable historical classic via the forums 10+ year existence.
It just needs to stop! For all the right reasons.
It's a blast, a scream... we've never had it so good!
I have every confidence in the current owner, in fact some of my best friends are Belgian.
That Katrien Meire, what a star! An asset to football, by golly I hope she progresses up the ranks at the FA!
That Roderick Dutchelet, i hope he has the same natural affection for Charlton as his father?
As for daddy Dutchelet, the mans a visionary... electronics, tourism, politics and football. What a guy!
If RD is not on Strictly next year well i am mystified... i won't be paying my TV license that's for sure, the last bloody insult that will be!
Duct tape. What's all the fuss? I remember once the sole of my Clarke's Commandos came off in 1974... if only i had had the vision, the nous and a certain Belgian je ne sais quoi! I could of fixed that sucker and a perfectly good compass would of not been wasted.
I love Roland, when i saw our new owner at the press release, standing there scarfy around his neck, the East Stand glistening "The Valley" behind him... i was chuffed. What a dude, a generous and forgiving man. Reasonable and yet powerful...
Seriously, what's not to like Addicks?
Any day now
ANY DAY WOULD BE GOOD!
Because he’s still here.
ohforcryingoutloud...
We would Shoot up the table.
(What too soon ?)
Ps. My carer has just informed me that today is the 13th, so this is premature speculation.
Roses are red
violets are blue
The bins are now out
but I wish it was you
He’s still here
Ohforcryingoutloud..
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud
"Day 11,758...Roland has Died... of old age.
It has been announced that his son will take over the club. Jim White is on his way to Belgium.
Oh Fudge"
Missing my daily Oh f...…
Come on @3blokes - it's not Sunday you know! Your audience awaits!
Anyway Day 1890 and 1891, he’s still bloody well here and it’s still ohforcryingoutloud.
( I’ll do a further update tomorrow
It is Sunday morning and the B.O is in his shed. He is still in his pyjamas and dressing gown.
His hair is dishevelled and he has that special ‘wild’ look in his eyes.
The demented stoat look.
His wife opens the shed door and peers in.
Holy Mother of God, she thinks to herself. She recognises the look on his face straight away. Good grief, the man’s had Another Idea.
He turns to her with shining, almost unseeing eyes.
“My dear, I’ve had another one of my brilliant ideas!”
Mrs. B.O places a steadying hand on the bench, and braces herself.
She raises a hand to her forehead.
“Let’s have it then.” she says quietly.
“I want to make our football club an impenetrable fortress!” cries the B.O
Mrs B.O eyes him in surprise. Well this was a curve ball. This was almost sensible. There had to be a catch.
“ Yes, an impregnable Fortress! And to do that... I’m gonna build a wall! A big beautiful wall! All the way round the ground!” proclaims the B.O.
Mrs B.O lets out a sigh.
Yep, there it was.
“It’ll keep all the protestors out!” says the B.O. “and all the potential buyers in! And I’ll get Mexico to pay for it! Failing that, Greenwich Council!”
Mrs. B.O stares at him.
“But how will ANY supporters get in?” She says.
“Well it’ll only be those ones with their own personal helicopters!” exclaims the B.O. “ It’ll keep the riff raff out! We’ll put a heliport in the car park, and maybe a hotel. Or three!”
Mrs. B.O folds her arms and looks up at the ceiling in despair.
“ And I’ve even got a name for this beautiful concrete barrier!” says the B.O
“ Really.” mutters Mrs B.O.
“ I’m going to call it....Me Wall!” says the B.O. his eyes gleaming. “ I can hear it now. All the fans in the ground chanting ‘Me Wall! Me Wall! Me Wall!”
Mrs B.O looks at him in utter disdain.
“ You really are a complete ....”
Can’t....imagine what she was going to say next, but no matter, let’s leave it there, it’s Sunday afternoon and perhaps there’s time for a nice late stroll before tea time.
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud..
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud..
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud...
He’s still here.
Ohfacryingoutloud...
He’s still here.
ohfacryingoutloud...
He’s still here.
ohfacryingoutloud...
Well another weekend is upon us and incredibly he’s still here.
In the words of Gilbert O’ Sullivan - You’re a bad dog baby.....hold on...not that one.... I mean ..Why oh why?
He lost the argument an age ago, so the proclaimed ‘idea’ is long dead. So presumably it can now only be about the money, and the loss of face. But the horse has bolted on at least one of those as well. So maybe it’s stubborness, lack of clarity of thought, or something we don’t know about that prevents this unhappy period from being brought to a welcome close. Who knows?
Answers on a postcard please.
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud...
To be serious for once, I really think he hasn’t a clue what motivates other people, and that is the root cause of all the problems.
He has fallen lucky with the people who run his core business of electronic widgets – he had a good idea many years ago and their expertise has enabled it to be more than a flash in the pan. I doubt he would have built a successful business empire by himself.
Just look at the enterprises he has undertaken without them – the political parties, the Network – neither have been resounding successes. I suspect his life partner has a very big say in the property businesses in S-T and holds the “people” side of that together.
So once he has got an idea fixed in his head – such as the “worth” of Charlton Athletic – I think he may not just be unwilling to entertain the prospective purchaser’s view, but actually unable to do so. Equally, if they are giving him the run-around, would he be able to recognise the fact, let alone understand their possible motivation?
So, to echo your thought for the day - Ohforcryingoutloud...He’s still here.
Ohfacryingoutloud...
And so it goes on.
He’s still here.
Ohforcryingoutloud
He’s still here, being a genius on the radio now too
Ohforcryingoutloud..