This. Over the years a defeat has generally given me the hump for days, or at least ruined my weekend / evening. Now it has been met with a shrug of the shoulders with expectation. As for relegation, in previous times I have been distressed and even tearful, yet this time it has been met with a defiant 'we told you so' in reaction to management running this club like they don't give a shit. There can't be many other busniesses that are run as poorly that have have ever succeeded. RD needs to go back to business school, because somewhere he missed a lesson on recruitment. I'm just hoping that he puts into practice the lessons learned elsewhere.
Been bent over by palace? Been beaten numerous times by embassing margins, a wanker of an owner that doesn't understand what it means to own a football club, the games changing the likes of city and chelsea benefit of having wealthy owners were at the other end of the spectrum, we won't be back up next year, going to be a long season.
An epic car crash of a season in slow motion. Drawn out to kill us slowly. Yet we all knew it was coming and not from just this season. I really want these cunts out now.
Like that scene in Father Ted when the milk float drove very slowly towards the pile of boxes, only for then to inevitably get smashed away anyway. Pat Mustard shagging his way through craggy island to result in some deformed bastard children is a metaphor for this club. No, it's THE metaphor.
I've never had the feelings for Charlton (or lack of them) like this season. It's been like sitting there throwing £20 notes in the wind, not knowing why you're doing it but you somehow keep doing it.
I thought I'd come to terms with relegation a month or so ago. But I've really felt it this evening. I've tried the usual gallows humour, but that's not working. Just sitting here feeling numb.
Roland, words haven't been invented that adequately sum up the way I feel about you. You are the most grotesque abomination of a deluded incompetent fuckwit that I can imagine. Just go. You are hated by everyone. You are a 100% failure. There is nothing for you here. You bought the wrong club. Go!
I thought I'd come to terms with relegation a month or so ago. But I've really felt it this evening. I've tried the usual gallows humour, but that's not working. Just sitting here feeling numb.
Snap, gutted doesn't even begin to describe it. This feels like one of the lowest points of the past 30 years for me when it comes to supporting Charlton. Worse than leaving the Valley, worse than previous relegations. It just feels different, as if someone has turned out the lights.
I've even had texts from normally smug Tottenham/Arsenal fans at work giving their sincere condolences, even they understand.
To say they've ripped out the heart of the club doesn't even get close to it, it's going to be a long hard road back from here and i'm not sure I even know where that road begins.
I'll still be there Saturday with my teenage daughters, I just hope this doesn't switch them off from Supporting Charlton, I won't be here forever and want them to continue one day with their children and for generations to come.
I just hope and prey that RD sells up and new owners bring me back the Charlton I know and love....
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losing my interest in the club I loved.
Kinda sums up my feelings right now.
Next season will be even more horrific if these clueless, arrogant twunts don't leave ASAP.
I've never had the feelings for Charlton (or lack of them) like this season. It's been like sitting there throwing £20 notes in the wind, not knowing why you're doing it but you somehow keep doing it.
Roland, words haven't been invented that adequately sum up the way I feel about you. You are the most grotesque abomination of a deluded incompetent fuckwit that I can imagine. Just go. You are hated by everyone. You are a 100% failure. There is nothing for you here. You bought the wrong club. Go!
I've even had texts from normally smug Tottenham/Arsenal fans at work giving their sincere condolences, even they understand.
To say they've ripped out the heart of the club doesn't even get close to it, it's going to be a long hard road back from here and i'm not sure I even know where that road begins.
I'll still be there Saturday with my teenage daughters, I just hope this doesn't switch them off from Supporting Charlton, I won't be here forever and want them to continue one day with their children and for generations to come.
I just hope and prey that RD sells up and new owners bring me back the Charlton I know and love....