I got a stone put down around Wembley way when they were getting it paved with fans allowed to pay for stones Anyone seen it ? Can't remember what I had written on it something about making our dreams come true and the date and his name , will look it up later
I got a stone put down around Wembley way when they were getting it paved with fans allowed to pay for stones Anyone seen it ? Can't remember what I had written on
"F*** you Millwall vermin, your cheap Lonsdale trainers will probably walk this path 26 times before I do again. Scum"
Probably the most dramatic playoff final in English football history? Curbs wrote a whole chapter for it in his autobiography and I remember I was moved to tears when I read it. It's definitely something that I wish I'd been born earlier to experience.
Fantastic day! I remember the coach journey home was in silence as we were all shattered from the tension! We walked into the local pub and the landlord greeted us with: 'You'll be relegated next year!' I could watch that dvd over and over. Thanks, Super Clive and all!
I got a stone put down around Wembley way when they were getting it paved with fans allowed to pay for stones Anyone seen it ? Can't remember what I had written on it something about making our dreams come true and the date and his name , will look it up later
His goals were choreographed straight out of Hollywood, pure poetry in motion, meant to be goals all the way, and none of that scrappy, half-arsed, pansy-kicked stuff players run to the corner and take their shirt off to celebrate these days. I suspect if super Clive had got one of those flukey goals that today's 'strikers' go over the top to claim he would have asked the ref to rule it out
The biggest injustice in "naming a day after one player", since 1981.
Eight-for-forty three. Eight wickets. Bowling flat out. Elbows pumping, hair flying everywhere. Blitzing, demolishing and terrifying the Australian batsmen. Dragging his team from almost-certain defeat, to a head-spinning, awesome victory. And yet, they still call it "Botham's Test".
And then, in 1998 at Wembley. 104 minutes. The bone-crunching, feet-first, flying tackle that won the ball, which span to Kinsella, who fed Steve Jones...
Mendonca was brilliant. The perfect match. A hat-trick and a penalty in the shoot-out. His first was a great flick from Bright. His second was a long ball from Keith Jones. And his hat-trick was an illustration of balletic perfection, controlling Steve Jones' centre and volleying in, in one beautiful arc. Mendonca did his job, brilliantly.
But the hat-trick goal, Charlton's third equaliser of the match, the score that sent the match to penalties, was made by one perfect, old-fashioned, no-nonsense, proper, crunching tackle by an understated, down-to-earth Charlton hero. That tackle broke Sunderland that day. And for me, that tackle won the match for Charlton.
So, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish my fellow Addicks that were there and those that missed it a very, very happy Steve Brown Day.
The biggest injustice in "naming a day after one player", since 1981.
Eight-for-forty three. Eight wickets. Bowling flat out. Elbows pumping, hair flying everywhere. Blitzing, demolishing and terrifying the Australian batsmen. Dragging his team from almost-certain defeat, to a head-spinning, awesome victory. And yet, they still call it "Botham's Test".
And then, in 1998 at Wembley. 104 minutes. The bone-crunching, feet-first, flying tackle that won the ball, which span to Kinsella, who fed Steve Jones...
Mendonca was brilliant. The perfect match. A hat-trick and a penalty in the shoot-out. His first was a great flick from Bright. His second was a long ball from Keith Jones. And his hat-trick was an illustration of balletic perfection, controlling Steve Jones' centre and volleying in, in one beautiful arc. Mendonca did his job, brilliantly.
But the hat-trick goal, Charlton's third equaliser of the match, the score that sent the match to penalties, was made by one perfect, old-fashioned, no-nonsense, proper, crunching tackle by an understated, down-to-earth Charlton hero. That tackle broke Sunderland that day. And for me, that tackle won the match for Charlton.
So, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish my fellow Addicks that were there and those that missed it a very, very happy Steve Brown Day.
Browndog @S66Brown Browndog 18 years later to the day and guess what? I'm cleaning the shower and washing the bed sheets
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Anyone seen it ? Can't remember what I had written on it something about making our dreams come true and the date and his name , will look it up later
I assumed when I saw it that was yours....
Our history means nothing.
Come to the Valley to see the premiership stars of the future.
That's a good customer.
I could watch that dvd over and over. Thanks, Super Clive and all!
CLIVE MENDONCA
OUR DREAMS CAME TRUE
Proper Charlton players.
PS I'm nicking that image @stackitsteve brilliant
Jokes aside, possibly the best day I've ever and am likely to ever experience as a Charlton fan.
If you can post to:
The Museum
C/O The Valley
Floyd Rd
Charlton
SE7 8BL
That would be fantastic.
(and it ain't been washed since that memorable day).
Eight-for-forty three. Eight wickets. Bowling flat out. Elbows pumping, hair flying everywhere. Blitzing, demolishing and terrifying the Australian batsmen. Dragging his team from almost-certain defeat, to a head-spinning, awesome victory. And yet, they still call it "Botham's Test".
And then, in 1998 at Wembley. 104 minutes. The bone-crunching, feet-first, flying tackle that won the ball, which span to Kinsella, who fed Steve Jones...
Mendonca was brilliant. The perfect match. A hat-trick and a penalty in the shoot-out. His first was a great flick from Bright. His second was a long ball from Keith Jones. And his hat-trick was an illustration of balletic perfection, controlling Steve Jones' centre and volleying in, in one beautiful arc. Mendonca did his job, brilliantly.
But the hat-trick goal, Charlton's third equaliser of the match, the score that sent the match to penalties, was made by one perfect, old-fashioned, no-nonsense, proper, crunching tackle by an understated, down-to-earth Charlton hero. That tackle broke Sunderland that day. And for me, that tackle won the match for Charlton.
So, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish my fellow Addicks that were there and those that missed it a very, very happy Steve Brown Day.
Browndog
@S66Brown Browndog
18 years later to the day and guess what? I'm cleaning the shower and washing the bed sheets
Just one of the reasons he's my all-time favourite player