When it comes to Charlton, I used to be very anti leaving games early, even if it didnt look like a Charlton goal was coming. But in the last 3 years Ive left more games early then I did in the previous 15-16 years of going football. Is this how my feelings toward the regime have manifested themselves?
I feel so empty at Charlton games, and the performance last night summed it all up. I was contemplating leaving on 60 odd minutes, even hoping for a 3rd MK goal as that would have made the decision easier. Its only since RD took over that Ive ever had these thoughts.
Sure enough I snuck off on 80mins, feeling utterly dejected but happy that I wouldnt have to sit through the rest.
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I never would have considered doing that in the past and would have slaughtered somebody else that did.
Not as if there is much traffic to avoid after games.
1 the battle of Stamford bridge. I had my 10 year old nephew with me in the West stand and left 3 mins before the final whistle. My brother would have been extremely pissed with me if his son had been caught up in any agro.
2 the cup game at the Community Homes stadium Colchester. This time it was when extra time started. Didn't see the point in watching us being outclassed any further.
3 - Last night. Again didn't see the point in watching any further when extra time started.
I remember the 6-1 home defeat to Leeds, left early then......then the following week from memory I think we were at home to Birmingham and were 2-0 down after 20 mins, walked out at that point - earliest I've ever left a game
I have since found out the real reason we left early was so uncle Alex could get home and post his players marks on the internet before some geezer called Henry Irving beat him to it.
Often as I travel into lonfdon to get home if its with a fiesty club i try to avoid their fans, usually as our idiots are goading them on the other platform.
It was 1-1 and chucking down, I was on the East Terrace.
Around the hour mark Luton went 2-1 up, I thought we can pull this back.
Minute later it was 3-1, thought we can still come back and get a draw.
Another minute and its 4-1, I thought bollocks to that I'm off home.
Having dashed from a flight to get to the game, I needed to go to the toilet a bit early into the first half.
I've never done this before but I had a pie and a pint rather than go back to my seat.
I then struggled to engage at all with what was going on on the pitch, they seemed to walk a goal in, we seemed to never have the ball.
Ultimately a terrible day.