Slagging off Charlton / Bailey and calling for Parky's head in his two bob column in today's Sun, imaginatively under the title 'Charlton Pathetic'. Who the feck does he think he is? Shouldn't be let anywhere near a paper anyway with his track record.
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Im with VG here, he deserves a beating!
but best not mention it the precious might be offended
'He lacks passion and intelligence. And they are just his strong points.''
wtf does Kelvin MacKenzie know about football.
lol VG dont raise to the bait, just ignore him
Ooaah in fairness none of us are saying we're offended just that he is a knob etc
I still can't find it. Do you have the link handy?
but i know we are in trouble and this is the worse period of footballing times in my 34 years of watching charlton and it is probably the worse period since we entered the football league and the fact it is 3 seasons since we fell out of the top flight adds to the woes and abysmalness around us
maybe we should have let curbs run his last year of contract down, we'll be doing that with parky
who knows but any manager or board would have found it a hard task to take us from where curbs left us to this present perdicament , unbelievable , no amount of dressing up can disguise the fact it is a disgrace where we now find ourselves
Absolutely nowhere, that's the problem !
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Sorry mate no link as read paper, google?
Saying the man lacks passion or intelligence in a national newspaper is just not on, whoever says it.
Oxford,and Luton were in the old first division and were also in cup finals. I can remember the season prior to us signing Clive Mendonca when he scored a hatrick againest us, where are Grimsby now.
IMO the man had a spare colum inch to spare and there was nothing topical in his world happening therefore he chose to discuss about Monday.
the man probably only has 1 spare inch full stop
Absolutely spineless man.
Why Kelvin and his crew will never quite get it……
A few days away and a welcome break from all things Charlton. Its not until you take a step away from the vortex of misery you realise with a calmer approach just how ridiculously pathetic the scope of our efforts have been this season.
Rooted at the bottom of the Premiership amid a gulf in class and finance is unpleasant for anyone, but a more than likely scenario these days with the way the structure of our game has progressed.
For it to happen quite so candidly in the Championship, particularly as there have been no Titanic events causing us to sink so quickly, is simply astonishing. We have not entered administration or had to sell all our best players (sic) on mass, we have not had players on strike, or staff going months unpaid etc. The Zabeel non-deal was a distraction, but nothing to the size of derailing our whole season quite so spectacularly. As I wrote last month, there has been a catastrophic combination of events and individuals that have coincided to leave us where we are. I'll let others pore over the details if it makes them feel happy, but I'm spent, and just want this season to end yesterday.
Our plight has led Sun Columnist Kelvin McKenzie to show his true colours at long last. A man that gets through more football teams than Vanessa Feltz gets through cream cakes, 'our Kelvin' has threatened to pack his latest toy away and unleash his fickleness onto QPR next season. A man whose career and industry has been built around issuing savage verbal beatings and kicking a man when he is down, I'm sure there is part of him that is loving our current plight and allowing himself freedom to put the written boot in.
Should we be surprised ? Not really. It's not great reading, but we know deep down that the likes of Kelvin are not true Charlton fans like me or you. They came to The Valley in the rising years, not to see Mendonca and Kinsella, but to see Owen and Beckham. It was, after all, what our club advertised to fill our expanding venue; a seat to watch Premiership football amid a safe environment and competitive pricing. And now we are seeing the downside.
The hope with the advertising was that it would not just raise revenues and fill seats, it would turn floating football fans into fully-fledged Charlton fans of the future. However, Kelvin and his ilk signed up not for the adventure, but for the promise. They could never understand the respect from the people around them for what they saw as limited players such as Robinson and Brown, they stared in bemusement as fellow fans stood tall and proud to sing VFR whilst relegated against Spurs, and they would never dream of using their non-Charlton Saturday every fortnight to travel north of the M25 to see their adopted team.
'Kelvin from Sevenoaks' was one of the main callers on Talksport during our Premiership years. He managed to get through every week (mainly because what they didn't tell you was that he was the station boss at the time) and consistently put the boot in about Curbishley; About the dire football, the lack of ambition etc. Even in our best period for fifty years it was not good enough for Kelvin and his crew, but that will fit the remit of those who care to know nothing of our history, or take general pride that we were a well-respected small club with a good reputation, holding our own against the bloated big boys. Kelvin and his crew just wanted more.
He was one of the ones we were all scratching our heads wondering where they came from when there appeared to be a Charlton 'fans campaign' against Curbishley through the media, that never properly transferred itself to the terraces.
See, Kelvin and his crew are fans of football, but they will never truly experience the highs and the lows that go with living and breathing everything associated with being a football fan; The nerves in the pit of your stomach ahead of a big game, the buzz and pride in silly things like when a loud chant echoes around a stand, the joy of a last minute away winner tempered by the nerves of a dodgy walk back to the station. When a stranger asks who you are and instead of saying your name you automatically say 'Charlton'.
Kelvin and his crew will never experience those range of emotions, and for that I actually feel sorry for them. Truly supporting a football club is an unknown journey, where the destination is rarely where you envisaged it being in your dreams. But you still keep filling up with petrol and keep ploughing on, particularly in the dark times. Those that do will eventually appreciate the true meaning when the better times return more than Kelvin and his cronies could ever imagine.
So goodbye and good luck with your spell as a QPR fan Kelvin. You've caught them at a time of a growingly disenfranchised supporter base, run by people who appear more interested in turnover than supporter wishes or respect for their history. And with a team still poor enough for you to moan about. It all seems a perfect fit.
No doubt your money will be missed by our club who currently need every penny they can, but you won't be missed by the likes of me. Despite a soul-destroying league table, a hopeless manager, a collection of dire footballers, and a top tier that appears to not know its left hand from its right, I'm still proud to be a Charlton fan, as will all the other true fans you're type look upon with bemusement.