Haven't been to a game in a while but regularly have seen an alcoholic bloke who hangs around the North lower concourse before the game and at half time. Waits for people to go to their seats and finishes the dregs of beer they leave. Quite a sad sight really.
I thought the therapy Addickted was having might have began to kick in...........obviously not! Such a shame, cos apart from this strange activity he's a fairly sensible guy most of the time.
A fella in who sat in the middle block, towards the back of the east stand had an unnatural hatred of Bradley Pritchard. He's probably blaming him for the current state of our club.
I once saw an old grey haired Belgian guy who looked like he didn't have two ha'pennies to rub together, dishevelled, hair needed a comb and shoes were held together with tape. He wandered around the ground as if he didn't know what he was doing.
Years ago, before the Jimmy Seed stand was built, there used to be a bloke stood in the South Stand known as 'The colonel'. He headed every ball, kicked every kick, but rarely said a word.
I used to sit near a guy that used to shout "go on kick it, now run after it" some of the players used to hear this and give him strange looks and laugh, some of them were more respectful and called him "Gaffer"
There was a teacher at my school, Mr pigeon, who ended up teaching my maths class after our teachers son tragically died in a car crash in bexleyheath.
Mr Pigeon was a Charlton fan and when I was internally suspended I would sit in his office talking about Charlton.
There was a teacher at my school, Mr pigeon, who ended up teaching my maths class after our teachers son tragically died in a car crash in bexleyheath.
Mr Pigeon was a Charlton fan and when I was internally suspended I would sit in his office talking about Charlton.
There's a guy near me at the moment who shouts genuine gibberish in the Lower North at the back of the D-block. Like, 100% not words.
I've worked out that there's a pretty hard-wired formula to it though.
"["ManagersName"] *pause*... *completely intranslatable* ["Sort it out"] *mumblinng where the only recognisable word is "fucking"*... *(descendo) to silence*"
I think the parameters are to repeat every 15 minutes by default, which is over-ridden every time we pass it back to the goalkeeper.
There is a big fat lump sometimes in the west stand not much going for him looks and style wise but has a tendency to slag off other fans dress sense and intellect and anyone who opposes his opinions. Prefers horses. But likes to tell KR who he should buy.
There is a big fat lump sometimes in the west stand not much going for him looks and style wise but has a tendency to slag off other fans dress sense and intellect and anyone who opposes his opinions. Prefers horses. But likes to tell KR who he should buy.
Went to the awful cup game against Wycombe in the Les Reed Era ( Ahem, sorry i meant 5 minutes) and some bloke behind kept threatening to ''kill the board'' and cut heads off the players. We were bloody awful but not sure if it deserved a mass murder...
Always remember the loudest clapper in the world, used to sit in the East Stand just before it joined the family stand, unbelievable set of clappers on him
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Such a shame, cos apart from this strange activity he's a fairly sensible guy most of the time.
He's probably blaming him for the current state of our club.
Never knew what he meant, but quite liked it to be honest and ended up shouting it myself occasionally
I only saw him once a couple of years ago.
In the nicest possible way of course.
She was the best teacher I ever had though so can't really put her in this thread.
Mr Pigeon was a Charlton fan and when I was internally suspended I would sit in his office talking about Charlton.
I've worked out that there's a pretty hard-wired formula to it though.
"["ManagersName"] *pause*... *completely intranslatable* ["Sort it out"] *mumblinng where the only recognisable word is "fucking"*... *(descendo) to silence*"
I think the parameters are to repeat every 15 minutes by default, which is over-ridden every time we pass it back to the goalkeeper.
We were bloody awful but not sure if it deserved a mass murder...
Best advice I've ever heard is a bloke in NU screaming "will somebody tackle someone!!!"
He pushed in but I didn't want to have to give him a slap in front of his pals so I graciously let him get served first