I am usually impressed by feats of endurance. Today, I wasn't. It is national Dave Day today, so let's call the man sitting in Row R of the West Lower Dave. Dave was about my age - an old goat of 60. Dave looks the part. He wears a hat with a Charlton badge on it and a jacket with a Charlton badge. I wore what my daughter calls a silly hat with no badge and a Fat Face jacket. 2-0 to Dave so far.
Now, I am more than capable of the add bit of sarcasm or cynicism, but from the moment the game started Dave moaned and moaned. Actually, he didn't just moan, he mocked everything Charlton did and blew out of all proportion everything Brum did. And, when he was obviously wrong, he would shrug it off with a laugh to his mate, whom we shall also call Dave to avoid confusion. Dave (the first one) must have uttered the word "unbelievable" over 100 times during the game - and I do not exaggerate. That fact in itself is quite unbelievable.
Whenever Brum got anywhere near our goal, he assured everyone within a 10 yards radius that they would score. Needless to say, when Brum broke away and scored their second, he had to say "I told you so" to the other Dave. Well, Dave, if you predict they are going to score on 50 occasions, you are going to be right some time. When I heard him say "I told you so", I felt my fist clenching and couldn't help myself turning round and scowling at him. This was how I knew he was about 60.
The purpose of this post is not just say how much Dave spoilt my day. That's my problem. I pay my money and take the risk of what I see and what I hear. The purpose is to organise a whip round. If we can buy 23 hats with badge of the other teams in our league and 23 jackets with the same badges, I am happy to hunt out Dave and tell him to bog off to the South Stand where he can cheer as much as he likes when "his team" score or when Charlton screw up. I think a collection of £1000 should do the job.
Dave, please don't come to The Valley again. The team actually needs some support not an unbelievable fool like you. Please give generously to my appeal.
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Home and away.
What a life he must have, him and all the other Dave's.
We certainly do have some strange 'fans'. It used to piss me off - I've had stand-up rows in the past with some of them - but now I just look at them in some sort of sad bewilderment.
I have heard Dave call John Hewie a streak of piss; I have heard him apoplectic at Colin Powell for not "getting up his wing"; I have heard him crucifying Hales whilst berating me for not donating to buy Ronnie fucking Moore; I've heard him screaming that Curbishley isn't good enough to get us to "the next level"; I have heard him ranting at Jensen and Rommedahl for not getting stuck in to tackles; Dave knows exactly what is wrong with a player before they have kicked a ball and he knows that it is his right to broadcast it, denigrate and belittle. LOUDLY. Because Dave wants to be heard and Dave isn't listened to in any other part of his life. Dave will always be around win or lose.
Dave will sit there and watch rubbish football then applaud the team off.
Dave will criticise the club but never the manager.
Dave will come on fans forums and support his manager failing to accept how poor our football has become
Dave has his opinion and is entitled to voice it because Dave is Dave
That's when it happened...
The opposition scored goal, after goal, after goal (3 in total I believe to either draw level or go ahead). At this point Dave's face lights up like the entire collection of playboy bunnies have just walked into his bedroom naked and starts shouting "ah yeah mate we are great aren't we, playing so well aren't we?! Cheers mate!"
Just to clarify the man I sit next to is one of the nicest men I've ever seen supporting charlton, a real gent, but this guy winds him up week in week out.
Just a thought but how many fans would we have had on Saturday if all your Dave's were to stay away.