I was just wondering this. Obviously when you are at a Charlton game you are surrounded by fans, so that doesn't really count. I mean in regular daily life.
Would you feel differently about this person if they were a work colleague for example?
I wondered this because the other day I was in a waitrose by work in High Street Kensington and I saw a guy in a Charlton training top and I nearly had a heart attack.
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I was stood outside the fire exits having a ciggie which is right around the back of the building where the car park is when a van pulled up wuth loads of advertising all over it
Out jumped this shaven headed fella in his mid 40s with his son and headed for the fire exit as a quick way in to the leisure centre, then I spotted the prancing lion on his door... I leant on the fire exit door and accidently on purpose closed it!
I then had to walk all the way around the building myself to get back in but I did have a warm fuzzy schoolboy smile as I did so!
My weirdest experience in relation to Charlton was when I saw a teenage girl in Klang (yes, that rings a bell) in Malaysia. Klang is, to say the least a bit of backwater. Don't get me wrong I don't usually approach teenage girls, but in this small town I had to ask why she supported Charlton. Her reply was something like: "oh just cheap at market" - it was in our Premiership days. She knew nothing a about Charlton.
My son goes to 100ish pupil primary school in a little Devon village and he isn't even the only Charlton supporter in the school. One of the girls in the year below has a ST holder grandad an shes a fan
We're everywhere I tell thee
It doesn't reflect the appalling attendances at The Den.
Like Thaimalaysiaaddick, I have seen a couple of CAFC shirts on locals,including the famous ecru coloured one.
I know one other fan living in Phuket.
Trouble was, we were going round the museum at roughly the same pace and in the same direction. Which meant I kept bumping I into him. Which meant another smile and nod.
It wasn't until later that I realised that, while I knew he must have been a Charlton fan, he had no idea I was. He didn't even know I'm British. So he must have wondered who this crazy Dutch guy was, following him round, grinning.
Amsterdam, eh?