Patrick Bamford has got it - he impressed against us at The Valley last season: quick, searching, laying back - and scoring. He played last week and bagged a hat-trick in a pre-season friendly.
Meanwhile, Henderson injured his shoulder in the warm-up at Dulwich, our reserve keeper spent a geological age wondering about releasing the ball, the midfield is naturally vacant, and Vetokele is simply injured. Up front, Luzon played Zak Ansah and a trialist from Staines.
Who, in heaven's name, are these people? The big black number-nine for Dulwich moved and muscled, and frightened the life out of Rhoys Wiggins. Who limped off to the surgery. Their winger - five divisions below us, remember - hammered a great shot from free play - and scored.
At Welling two weeks ago we had a free-kick two yards outside their box. The whole army of south-east London lined up, clutching their balls. Our man waited, puffed out his cheeks, stepped up - and hit their shins.
The ball spiralled out to the unsuspecting shoppers in Welling High Street. Yann Kermorgant would have sent a curving arc up and over, so beautiful and true that the keeper stares at the ball in his own net, gets up off the floor and stares again at his defenders.
We need good players: a midfield that's implacable. Tough guys who can tackle and come away with the ball. Then advance, and pass to strikers who actually have the wit to deceive defenders.
Blackburn, Bolton, Burnley, and Leeds and Middlesbrough - all of our opponents come to London expecting a fight at The Valley. At half-time, 0-0, our players haven't had a single accurate attempt at goal, and we in the North Stand look at each other and wonder.
Patrick Bamford has got it - he impressed against us at The Valley last season: quick, searching, laying back - and scoring. He played last week and bagged a hat-trick in a pre-season friendly.
Meanwhile, Henderson injured his shoulder in the warm-up at Dulwich, our reserve keeper spent a geological age wondering about releasing the ball, the midfield is naturally vacant, and Vetokele is simply injured. Up front, Luzon played Zak Ansah and a trialist from Staines.
Who, in heaven's name, are these people? The big black number-nine for Dulwich moved and muscled, and frightened the life out of Rhoys Wiggins. Who limped off to the surgery. Their winger - five divisions below us, remember - hammered a great shot from free play - and scored.
At Welling two weeks ago we had a free-kick two yards outside their box. The whole army of south-east London lined up, clutching their balls. Our man waited, puffed out his cheeks, stepped up - and hit their shins.
The ball spiralled out to the unsuspecting shoppers in Welling High Street. Yann Kermorgant would have sent a curving arc up and over, so beautiful and true that the keeper stares at the ball in his own net, gets up off the floor and stares again at his defenders.
We need good players: a midfield that's implacable. Tough guys who can tackle and come away with the ball. Then advance, and pass to strikers who actually have the wit to deceive defenders.
Blackburn, Bolton, Burnley, and Leeds and Middlesbrough - all of our opponents come to London expecting a fight at The Valley. At half-time, 0-0, our players haven't had a single accurate attempt at goal, and we in the North Stand look at each other and wonder.
Boring now.....its not even a good wind up!
For you, Greenie - Go to the top of the page, slide the cursor along Charlton Life, keep going, and you'll find the very first post.
Are you there, around 2006? These are good words: they are an exchange of information, written with knowledge, curiosity, intelligence, and a warm human spirit.
Let me know if you ever get there.
Anyone care to translate I think Viewfinders view is obscured!
Viewfinder; are you the spirit of Samuel Becket ? With your Bleak tragicomic look on all things Charlton. WATT is your Endgame ? Are you waiting for Godot ? This is not the Theatre of the Absurd ?
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…no, no I won't
With your Bleak tragicomic look on all things Charlton.
WATT is your Endgame ?
Are you waiting for Godot ?
This is not the
Theatre of the Absurd ?
Or is it ?