It has often struck me how the fortunes of Charlton Athletic Football Club have often mirrored the moods and swings of my own life. We have all witnessed the lows of the last few years, a steep decline into mediocrity and panic. I would suggest that this is the most charitable analogy. I started supporting this football club circa 1971 and because of this fact was always grounded in a football sense, by a self reserve and by the sure knowledge that playing to your stengths is not something to be sniffed at. I have witnessed with many on here the ups and downs of supporting a football club often overlooked in the media but with a rich heritage and proud history second to none. I had the privilege to witness the Premiership success of this football club along with my growing family and to be able to introduce them to what simply is, a South East London family tradition. I basked with everyone in the faint crumbs of praise thrown down from the top table of English football and also smarted with everyone at the lack of appreciation shown by those who just did not get it. Recent years have seen me in decline. I have experienced loss, depression and an agonising search for self. As I sit typing this tonight, I may of had a couple of glasses of wine but let me tell you one thing. I am proud of my football club. You have saved me. I can see that there is only one way for my team now and whilst I might still take some convincing that I am heading in the same direction,that direction is indeed up. Thankyou and up the Addicks !
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I reckon, in our different ways, a lot of us can empathise with what you say there.