My son had a penalty from the 6 yard box saved by Button a few years back at the open day. Took me weeks to get over it! Button got slated by the rest of the squad, balls flying at him from all directions. That was in the days we had a squad of characters and a Manager who exemplified all that is good about our great club. Neither of us attend any more. No more hugging each other when we score a late winner, no more replica kits in the wash, no more walking down Floyd Road with that sense of anticipation, no more walking back up it consoling each other. He is our lost generation to be. See what you did to us you arseholes?
Rung my son as final whistle went and he said Holmes and Lookman were shit.By all accounts the boys at the bottom of the F Block gave Holmes the kick up the arse he needed, maybe our Manager should be doing that, and before all the retorts, stop being precious, look where we are with this squad, they all need a fuckin good rocket up their arses.
Holmes had a couple of bad passes as you would expect from a League 1 player but other than that he was the main reason we got 3 points today.
Holmes shit ! look at the scores on the players mark. It will inform you that you have been given duff information.
First half was, as many have said, very turgid. They were playing very defensive and we couldn't get the ball through the gaps quick enough except for a couple of times.
Their back 4 were very very tall and with Ajose playing with Magennis with two short wingers crosses air bound were easily shut off.
A win is a win. Not convincing... Felt a bit sorry for ajose tried to make sure iit was on target for his first effort but terrible miss for his header. He will get goals.
First half was, as many have said, very turgid. They were playing very defensive and we couldn't get the ball through the gaps quick enough except for a couple of times.
Their back 4 were very very tall and with Ajose playing with Magennis with two short wingers crosses air bound were easily shut off.
Likewise @Alwaysneil, and nice to meet Roo - seems a good lad.
I spent the time between Novak's introduction and his header hitting the back of the net telling my girlfriend, who knows nothing about football, how poor and unfit he is, while telling her that the manager was clueless.
Awful game, boring as hell. Novak cupping his ear to the covered end when he scored, what a dick then completely fluffs an easy chance 2 mins later. Obviously the poison is spilling onto the pitch as well. RIP CAFC
Spoke to Theo Foley b4 game and yes I spent money in Xbars.Oh for the days of Flanagan Hales and Powell - all his signings.For what it's worth I think we have a squad good enough to get us out of this lg if Slade would play to his strengths.Another 3 pts but please let's get behind the team.RD ain't going nowhere so let's try another tact.Support the team cos all this division among the fans is taking us nowhere
Duchatelet not going anywhere allegedly......according to a CEO who lies, spins half truths & dissembles (IMO) most of the time.
Duchatelet, the absent owner, who is completely opaque, so much so that no one can work out what the strategy is & would never give you a straight answer about anything because, he thinks we are children, it has nothing to do with us as it his club / company / possession to do as he sees fit. We are not smart enough or on the same intellectual plain.
Damn the evidence of our eyes of the state of the team, the poor quality football, the biggest debt in the clubs history, built on a whole host of poor decisions & a heavenly host of mistakes & blunders ( for which are not admitted & no one is accountable for).
How much do the supporters contribute financially in any case according to Duchatelet/ Meire ? We are all supposed to be happy clappy uncritical brainless cheerleaders for Duchatelet's master plan, which is just a backdrop for our general socialising.
Let's hope the late goal gives us a bit of confidence. As has been said many times the problem is in midfield and can't see it changing until Kashi comes back.
Let's hope the late goal gives us a bit of confidence. As has been said many times the problem is in midfield and can't see it changing until Kashi comes back.
Am I alone in thinking we played quite well? Dominated possession and generally avoided pointless long balls towards Magennis. Were patient and eventually some magic from Holmes created the goal.
The move which played in Ajose in the first half was outstanding....
What a cheerful place to visit on a Saturday night - Charlton Life Post Match Views.
Yes, it was a dull game.
Yes we did deserve to win.
Second half we were much better and Botaka was a breath of fresh air and made the difference. To say he must start is a fair comment but how many players fail to do the business when they're in the comfort zone of First Team selection - Botaka has shown today what he actually has in his locker but we need that consistently from him.
Thought our two centre backs were immense today with Pearce being excellent.
Crofts was really good second half, Holmes upped his game and made a difference.
Ajose needs our backing until he gets his scoring boots back and it was really nice to hear the crowd applaud him after he hit the post - that sort of solidarity really will help him.
Botaka's sublime cross to Ajose, beating the first defender beautifully, was almost too perfect and I wonder if Ajose was unsighted as the big defender was directly in between him and Botaka.
We looked nervous and were too safe and far too often our midfield, who by their very nature look for the back pass, had no forward options as the front men didn't look to drop into holes as they should have.
A much nicer feeling to get the win than to have conceded late as we nearly did. It ceases to amaze me how a defence and midfield, when trying to hold on to a slender lead, give their front man so much space, allow him to run at them and then fail to close him down to prevent him getting the shot away. His shot took a deflection and could easily have gone in - CAFC players switched off at a time when they needed to have been at maximum alert - all very odd.
Still feeling good about the win - we were a lot better than them imho.
A sensible post compared to the doom and gloom on here. I thought we played better and controlled the game a lot more than compared with the Coventry game. I know we hate the board, I know fat russ in his primark cap isn't doing as well as he should, I know it wasn't Barca like, I know we left it late but we won!!!! It hasn't happened much under Roland so just chill and enjoy
Didnt go today as spent the day in the loft! But what i did find was my big flag with the picture of the valley and the words 'this is where we call home' great memories from when we moved back because of our hard work and the togetherness was unbelievable How have we sunk to this low I dont care if we lose just want some pride and passion back I dont want to choose a day in the loft over charlton
BFG and Tex out for dinner to celebrate BFG turning 24. I always forget just how young he is. Also really gutted that these two, two of our better signings under the regime, can't be played together but that the likes of Roger Johnson and Jason Pearce who we paid 1.5m for allegedly (no offense to Pearce, but I think Tex is a class above) can be.
It was boring unwatchable dross. Then some fat bloke scored for us and started cupping his ear at the covered end.
3 points is 3 points I suppose.
A packed Valley next Saturday no doubt.
Agree about Novak's goal celebration. Him cupping his ear to us pissed me off and reminded me of when Makienok played one good game all season at Rotherham last year and did the same.
Do the players really think we should be happy with watching the most dull football imaginable & being 4 points above relegation to league 2 without even having played the majority of better sides in this league yet (Millwall, Bradford, Sheff Utd, MK Dons etc).
That did make me laugh with Novak. Having given it the cupped ear, two minutes later he missed an absolute sitter. For those not there, he ran onto a low cross from Botaka, and from the penalty spot position, with no defender near him, completely scuffed it. He tried to sweep it in with the inside of his foot, instead of hitting it. No technique whatsoever.
Thats because you need to understand that football crowds are arseholes and are totally unreasonable in their expectations
BFG and Tex out for dinner to celebrate BFG turning 24. I always forget just how young he is. Also really gutted that these two, two of our better signings under the regime, can't be played together but that the likes of Roger Johnson and Jason Pearce who we paid 1.5m for allegedly (no offense to Pearce, but I think Tex is a class above) can be.
Look, Chesterfield came with a game plan, two banks of four, "we've got a point let's keep it." I mean, come on, have you ever seen such a one sided second half? Rudd could have done the Times crossword. Chesterfield were so bloody negative.
That was utterly appalling. From municipal parks to Man City, football is about guts, fire, strength and ambition.
And the basic essentials: technical skill, and ability to work as a team. We have none of those simple qualities. None at all.
We put together one single decent move in the entire first half. Got forward at speed, Ajose was one-on-one with the keeper. He missed, the ball came back off the post – and Solly ballooned over the open goal.
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Watch our defenders: a long ball from Chesterfield, high and easy, arrives at Pearce. He has space and time to control and build. Pearce nods the ball in to a no-man's-land, a midfield vacancy that has been absent for five years. So, we are defending again.
Lookman takes a corner, and is immediately flagged by the lino: ball curved out of play. Our team troop back to the half-way line, like men retreating from a war that didn't happen. Twenty minutes later, Lookman takes another corner – and the lino flags again.
This is a senseless, idiotic waste. A few weeks ago at The Valley, Lookman fluffed four corners – couldn't get the ball past the first defender – then made the same mistake a fortnight later. Why is he still in the team?
Magennis takes our rare attacking throw-ins, hurls a “long” ball towards the box. It falls short. Magennis himself, tall and dangerous, should be at the end of his own intention.
Half time. A fat bloke with a microphone bustles on the pitch and SHOUTS at us in the Covered End as if we are subnormal children. The game is this: some bloke is selected to hit the crossbar and win the lottery.
Stadium falls silent. He steps up – and dribbles a daisy-cutter past the post. The fat man with microphone waddles back to the touchline and interviews Andy Hunt. Even our youngest Lifers know that Andy Hunt scored 28 goals in a season when we were bouncing between the Prem and the Champs.
Andy Hunt's words were incomprehensible to us, because the PA system at The Valley doesn't work. The big screen might have replayed his superb goals – yet we got flashing lights about Enid Scroggins from Bexleyheath winning £100, third prize in the Valley Gold bingo. Why not round it up to a grand, for the sake of dignity?
It's cheap, dull and insulting – to us, the fans, let alone to Andy Hunt. OK, so we troop out for the second half; Slade has given our players a rocket.
Chesterfield are a desperately weak team, yet we spent the next 20 minutes passing sideways and back. Crofts and Ulvestad are anonymous men. Morgan Fox is a liability. We are pressed back to our own box. All other teams have toughness, skill, cunning: a visceral, instinctive urge to win.
Josh Magennis is our best player by far – and he didn't come through the venerable academy at Sparrows Lane. Ajose ought to have forged a connection: Magennis wins in the air, knocks down for his partner – who is 20 yards away, marginal, and slow. A low cross comes over – and Ajose, all on his own, six yards out, heads wide. That's inexcusable. Ball dribbles out for a throw.
Five minutes left. We get a free-kick ten yards outside the box. Of course, a shot to beat the keeper is inconceivable since Yann Kermorgant. Our defenders trundle up. The stadium falls silent again. During the trajectory, our two strikers rush away from the ball. It's a clever move that confused themselves, rehearsed from Monday to Friday. When the ball dropped, Chesterfield cleared.
We are one third of the way through the season. We have lost at Cheltenham and at home to Crawley. We have won a paltry four games from 15 in the league.
Just a thought about the attendance. I saw somewhere ( possibly on the original defunct match thread) a tweet from @cafc that the actual attendance through the turnstiles was 6,450 or thereabouts, which clicks with the impressions of most fans about the actual numbers yesterday. It also suggests about 3,500 season ticket holders can't be assed to watch a match they have already paid for. Target 20k must be thrilled. Manipulate it how you will, we can't even persuade people to watch us play when the ticket is paid for and when under 18's get in for a quid. And next week, we'll be shutting some areas due to lack of demand to watch the football on offer.
Go on Katrien (we know you read this site now), tell us again how if you were incompetent you wouldn't be in your post. You've decimated the attendance figure. Why are you and Roland here?
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5-0 down at half time, but our glorious leader stepped in with an inspirational talk and then 32 goals to win 32-0.
So glad the ref disallowed the oppositions goals.
Took me weeks to get over it!
Button got slated by the rest of the squad, balls flying at him from all directions. That was in the days we had a squad of characters and a Manager who exemplified all that is good about our great club.
Neither of us attend any more. No more hugging each other when we score a late winner, no more replica kits in the wash, no more walking down Floyd Road with that sense of anticipation, no more walking back up it consoling each other.
He is our lost generation to be.
See what you did to us you arseholes?
First half was, as many have said, very turgid. They were playing very defensive and we couldn't get the ball through the gaps quick enough except for a couple of times.
Their back 4 were very very tall and with Ajose playing with Magennis with two short wingers crosses air bound were easily shut off.
"Was that the man you said was rubbish?"
"'No, darling."
Duchatelet, the absent owner, who is completely opaque, so much so that no one can work out what the strategy is & would never give you a straight answer about anything because, he thinks we are children, it has nothing to do with us as it his club / company / possession to do as he sees fit. We are not smart enough or on the same intellectual plain.
Damn the evidence of our eyes of the state of the team, the poor quality football, the biggest debt in the clubs history, built on a whole host of poor decisions & a heavenly host of mistakes & blunders ( for which are not admitted & no one is accountable for).
How much do the supporters contribute financially in any case according to Duchatelet/ Meire ? We are all supposed to be happy clappy uncritical brainless cheerleaders for Duchatelet's master plan, which is just a backdrop for our general socialising.
FFS.
'Come on Novak move your arse.' I shouted.
'Dad stop shouting it's hurting my ears' says the lad.
Oh Novak gets on the end of one and guides a header in and he's scored. Good work Novak.
But what i did find was my big flag with the picture of the valley and the words 'this is where we call home' great memories from when we moved back because of our hard work and the togetherness was unbelievable
How have we sunk to this low
I dont care if we lose just want some pride and passion back
I dont want to choose a day in the loft over charlton
I don't know what the plan is or if there is actually a plan for our club but if this is it in action 6000 will be a bumper crowd pretty soon.
BFG and Tex out for dinner to celebrate BFG turning 24. I always forget just how young he is. Also really gutted that these two, two of our better signings under the regime, can't be played together but that the likes of Roger Johnson and Jason Pearce who we paid 1.5m for allegedly (no offense to Pearce, but I think Tex is a class above) can be.
And the basic essentials: technical skill, and ability to work as a team. We have none of those simple qualities. None at all.
We put together one single decent move in the entire first half. Got forward at speed, Ajose was one-on-one with the keeper. He missed, the ball came back off the post – and Solly ballooned over the open goal.
Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Watch our defenders: a long ball from Chesterfield, high and easy, arrives at Pearce. He has space and time to control and build. Pearce nods the ball in to a no-man's-land, a midfield vacancy that has been absent for five years. So, we are defending again.
Lookman takes a corner, and is immediately flagged by the lino: ball curved out of play. Our team troop back to the half-way line, like men retreating from a war that didn't happen. Twenty minutes later, Lookman takes another corner – and the lino flags again.
This is a senseless, idiotic waste. A few weeks ago at The Valley, Lookman fluffed four corners – couldn't get the ball past the first defender – then made the same mistake a fortnight later. Why is he still in the team?
Magennis takes our rare attacking throw-ins, hurls a “long” ball towards the box. It falls short. Magennis himself, tall and dangerous, should be at the end of his own intention.
Half time. A fat bloke with a microphone bustles on the pitch and SHOUTS at us in the Covered End as if we are subnormal children. The game is this: some bloke is selected to hit the crossbar and win the lottery.
Stadium falls silent. He steps up – and dribbles a daisy-cutter past the post. The fat man with microphone waddles back to the touchline and interviews Andy Hunt. Even our youngest Lifers know that Andy Hunt scored 28 goals in a season when we were bouncing between the Prem and the Champs.
Andy Hunt's words were incomprehensible to us, because the PA system at The Valley doesn't work. The big screen might have replayed his superb goals – yet we got flashing lights about Enid Scroggins from Bexleyheath winning £100, third prize in the Valley Gold bingo. Why not round it up to a grand, for the sake of dignity?
It's cheap, dull and insulting – to us, the fans, let alone to Andy Hunt. OK, so we troop out for the second half; Slade has given our players a rocket.
Chesterfield are a desperately weak team, yet we spent the next 20 minutes passing sideways and back. Crofts and Ulvestad are anonymous men. Morgan Fox is a liability. We are pressed back to our own box. All other teams have toughness, skill, cunning: a visceral, instinctive urge to win.
Josh Magennis is our best player by far – and he didn't come through the venerable academy at Sparrows Lane. Ajose ought to have forged a connection: Magennis wins in the air, knocks down for his partner – who is 20 yards away, marginal, and slow. A low cross comes over – and Ajose, all on his own, six yards out, heads wide. That's inexcusable. Ball dribbles out for a throw.
Five minutes left. We get a free-kick ten yards outside the box. Of course, a shot to beat the keeper is inconceivable since Yann Kermorgant. Our defenders trundle up. The stadium falls silent again. During the trajectory, our two strikers rush away from the ball. It's a clever move that confused themselves, rehearsed from Monday to Friday. When the ball dropped, Chesterfield cleared.
We are one third of the way through the season. We have lost at Cheltenham and at home to Crawley. We have won a paltry four games from 15 in the league.
Heaven help us.
Go on Katrien (we know you read this site now), tell us again how if you were incompetent you wouldn't be in your post. You've decimated the attendance figure. Why are you and Roland here?