Tuesday night was the tipping point for me. Came away feeling nothing but anger, hopelessness and despair. Probably leaving myself open to some criticism here, but like so many, I have been through plenty of ups and downs following the Addicks. I was there watching among the usual 4,000 crowds during the seventies; I trekked to Selhurst and, along with my two lads, was part of the 800-odd souls for the Sunderland match; we were at St Andrews for the play-off game against Leeds; the Battle of Stamford Bridge; helped with the clear-up at The Valley; jumped for joy at Woolwich Town Hall on the night we finally knew we were going back home; Old Trafford for THAT cup game; away to Ipswich for play-off semi-final; Wembley naturally and the wonderful season's we spent in the Premiership.
Now I know I'm not unique as there must be many fans who shared the same or a similar journey. But Tuesday was the night I realised I'd had enough. Doubt if I will go again this season and probably not at all next season - whichever league we will be playing in.
Unless Roland goes there seems little point as we are on a downward slope - probably morphing into a Belgian ST-type soulless club where, it would appear, the 'fans' prefer either drinking or dancing instead of cheering on their team - or worse, into total oblivion.
Basically it's not Charlton anymore. I sat there on Tuesday not really caring whether we won drew or lost. Ridiculous. Still can't believe I didn't walk out - like so many - when the second goal went in.
Well, good luck with the protests and if you can steel yourself to keep going well done. Sadly, I will not be joining you. But when the cancer that is eating away at our club is finally eradicated I like thousands of others will be back.