Wonderful stuff. Thank you everyone for reliving the day for those of us who had no way of attending. I missed 98 as well for various reasons, it is amazing how modern tech and this thread have given me a taste albeit vicariously of the day. I have tried to "like" them all.
We are yet again watching the Quest hour highlights programme. Rewound the goal only six times this time! Now listening to Dazza Bent. Have pressed Keep on the sky remote.
Up the Addicks!
Ps Benty talks like he’s on speed! Buzzing after the match I guess!
Great thread and just caught up (PWR should be banned). Nothing to add other than envious of the family pictures, I was in the (in)famous block 530 with all the other unique sorts. When the winner went in hugged two women to my left and then turned and hugged a women to my right, no dirty old man intentions at all but icing on the cake.
So as a complete contrast to yesterday, I meet up with my mum and sister at Nyman's, a National Trust property in West Sussex. I decide to wear my Charlton shirt and no one bats an eyelid for an hour or so, until a bloke comes up to me and says, 'You were at the match, yesterday, weren't you?' And suddenly remembering this stranger's face, I reply, 'Yes, you were sitting in front of me. We hugged when Bauer scored.'
Small world.
That’s my mate Reid. He sent us a WhatsApp msg about meeting you, @captainbob
Say hello to Reid from me. You can tell him I'm still walking around in my Charlton shirt, unashamedly attention-seeking, @AddicksAddict
@captainbob Reid says Hello and wonders if the shirts getting a bit whiffy yet?
So as a complete contrast to yesterday, I meet up with my mum and sister at Nyman's, a National Trust property in West Sussex. I decide to wear my Charlton shirt and no one bats an eyelid for an hour or so, until a bloke comes up to me and says, 'You were at the match, yesterday, weren't you?' And suddenly remembering this stranger's face, I reply, 'Yes, you were sitting in front of me. We hugged when Bauer scored.'
Small world.
That’s my mate Reid. He sent us a WhatsApp msg about meeting you, @captainbob
Say hello to Reid from me. You can tell him I'm still walking around in my Charlton shirt, unashamedly attention-seeking, @AddicksAddict
@captainbob Reid says Hello and wonders if the shirts getting a bit whiffy yet?
@AddicksAddict Quick rinse wash last night as it was getting whiffy and I wanted one last celebratory wearing on a day out in London. On the train now from Eastbourne in a slightly damp shirt.
Still can't get over it and don't think I ever will. Definitely beats 98 for me in terms of elation and meaning. Mostly this is because I was 13 in 98 so I have more understanding now of how important this was last Sunday. Simply we had to win. And especially through all the torment and despair of the previous few years. Despite Roland, Bowyer and the team pulled us up.
I, like many others, missed the opening own goal. I was watching the middle of the pitch when all of a sudden I saw Phillips run towards the net scrambling trying to get the ball from crossing the line. I had no words. I thought we had messed it up though. Luckily the team (and the majority of the fabulous support) thought otherwise.
Our equalising goal was a tremendous team effort and we went absolutely mad. We were back in it. Back to square one. Game on. I was glad to get to half time on equal footing and thought we would get stronger in the 2nd half.
The longer the game went on, the more nervous I became. I was convinced that something would go wrong in the last 10 minutes. I called it sudden death time. One mistake and game over. I thought that if we went to extra time, our tiring legs would falter.
How bloody wrong I was! Cue Williams. Cue Cullen. Cue beautiful Bauer! I had not expected it but oh my God I was jubilant. Everywhere erupted. I celebrated more than I ever had before. I presume many more did the same. Elation of the highest. Best football feeling ever. Have that!!
Still buzzing now. We will always have this memory. No one can take this away. No matter what happens now, we will always have Wembley 2019. An invigorated Charlton Athletic team and support. We deserve this success. Long may it continue.
Nearly a week from the day of days. All i ever wanted was a team that gave 100%, a manager and his assistant who cared! I was never good enough to play for this club, and i can't wear the repilca shirts as i believe you have to earn the right to wear that shirt. The fans i have stood with since i was 7 ( I am now 62)have been a big a part of my life as my family. THIS IS MY CLUB! THIS IS MY TEAM! THIS IS CHARLTON ATHLETIC!
Fantastic thread for a fantastic day. Really hope that a season DVD comes out. So many great memories, I think everyone had really enjoyed the season even before the playoffs and then to qualify for and win the final in the way we did was just incredible. What do people on here think the chances are of a season DVD coming out are? Haven't heard any talk about it.
So, it's taken me until today to feel emotionally 'there' enough to post. What a past 3 weeks this has been. I flew over from California on May 6. Arrived at Gatwick. Stayed with my sister in Beckenham.
Went up to Doncaster with brother @Siv_in_Norfolk, son Sam (doesn't post on here), bruv-in-law Tony and niece Maisie. Ecstatic at 1-0. Euphoria at 2-0. Down to earth a bit at 2-1 but, hey, we were doing alright. C'est sera sera and all that. Met a nice bunch of lads in the Mallard down by Donny station. Feeling good, feeling good.
Back to Beckenham. Psyched up for the 2nd leg. Took a trip to Bexleyheath to reserve a spot for a family Charlton tattoo session at Master Tattooers in the High Street. Spoke to Graham, a huge Charlton Fan.
2nd leg. Pretty confident really. A drink and a burger in the White Swan beforehand. Met up with @Henry Irving and his son. Siv had brought his son down from Norwich. Still kind of confident but, you know, this is Charlton. So, to the game. Ecstacy. 3-1 up in the leg. What can go wrong. 3-2. Hmm. A blip but we can still do it.3-3. Shit, it's all going tits up. 3-4. Oh no. I was already thinking about changing my return flight to California. What's the point?!! The whole reason for coming over was the Wembley trip mark 2. Ecstacy. Pratley, you beauty. Well, kind of ecstacy. Charlton, why do you put us all through this. Penalties. Bloody penalties. 1-0. 1-1. 2-1. 2-2. 3-2. 3-3. 4-3. THEY MISS. We've got it. Yes!! Still 4-3. Naby, you twat!! They missed, they missed!!! Still 4-3. We won. Hugged a few strangers. Thanks lads. Pure ecstacy. On the pitch. On the pitch. WHAT A NIGHT. WHAT A NIGHT.
The next drama - trying to coordinate tickets for 10 of us, one for wheelchair access. With 2 season tickets, one of which didn't work on line (showing 0 loyalty points). Took us 3 days (Saturday to Monday). Ended up with 2 in section 1, 6 in section 2 (but 2 of us sitting apart) and 2 in section 5 (sorry Siv and missus). But, he then manages to blag 2 tickets in the Bobbie Moore lounge through the Trust. The bloody luck of the Irish, and he's not even Irish!
A quick visit back to Bexleyheath on the Friday before the big game for our tattoos. Three of us. Sam, Siv and me. A nice simple black tattoo of the Charlton sword (The Valiants sword). The first tattoo for me for almost 40 years. The last one I got was when I was 17 down in Woolwich. My mum never spoke about that one, ever .
So, Sunday, May 26. A quick breakfast in the Toby in Eden Park. Sam, Siv, Carrie (Siv's missus) and me. The rest of the family went up in their van specially kitted out for the wheelchair (bruv-in-law, sister, nephew, niece, nephew, niece). Up to Trafalgar Square for us though. All Sunderland. A quick pilgrimage to Henry Irving. Onto Covent Garden. All Sunderland. Bugger this. On the tube. Wembley Park here we come. Wembley Way. All Sunderland. Blimey, what's going on here then!? Siv buggers off to his posh do. Son and I walk to the Green Man. That's more like it. All Charlton. A couple of beers. Walk to the ground. Just waves and waves of Charlton. Never seen or heard anything like it. Not a Sunderland fan in sight. It's clever how they segregate the fans. There's a real method there.
Into the stadium. Breathtaking. 0-1. Unbelievable. Totally numbing. Couldn't look at the pitch. Sat with head down for maybe 5 minutes. Dillon/Naby - what are you doing!! Shock!! 1-1. Yes, that's more like it! We needed that before half time. GET IN!!
Looks like extra time. Bugger, bugger, bugger. I can't take this. I can't take this. 2-1. Patrick Bauer. Yes!!! Yes!!! Pandemonium. Never felt an emotion like that before. Just knew that we were so close to the end. No way were they going to score. Almost strangled my son. Hugged a big, bald, sweaty stranger. I'm sure he felt the same about me. YES, YES, YES!!!! My trip over was complete now and what a result. We'd gone the whole way and won at Wembley in 90 minutes!
Leaving the stadium. Just numb. Voice gone. Emotionally and physically drained. I'm getting too old for this!! Back to London Bridge. Went in the Barrowboy and Banker. Of course, quite a few Charlton there. Made my voice go even more. What a night. What a night. What a night. Back to Beckenham. Knackered, happy, numb.
And, flew back to California the next day a very happy boy. And listened to the Charlton Live podcast on the train to work the following day. "You absolute German beauty". That's what @KillersBeard called him. Had me in tears on the train. What a trip. What an exhausting trip!!
And it's only been today that I have been able to post. I didn't post after both Donny games. Just the player marks. I've just felt so bloody emtionally all over the place. But now, back to normal (for me anyway). Wanted to get my thoughts and feelings down, so humour me. COYR!!
I thought I would wait for today, traditional football day, to download the game from Sky catchup. It is good to watch now, knowing the result, but I did not realise when the game was live how much Prately put himself about in that first 15 minutes, when we needed someone to steady the team down. I was also impressed with Cullen, more so now than last week, again did not realise how much work he got through.
A week later and I'm still riding on the same high I was this time last week Must have watched various highlights at least 20 times today and watched a dozen allez allez allez you tube clips
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Grateful, Soapy.
Up the Addicks!
Ps Benty talks like he’s on speed! Buzzing after the match I guess!
Just watching it again and never realised it was he that clattered Max Power into submission.
I'd picked Power out before the match as a real danger. Remember watching him at the Valley game and he was a real f****** nuisance.
Well done Nabs!
"Would the Transport Police go to Platform 1 for fight".
I, like many others, missed the opening own goal. I was watching the middle of the pitch when all of a sudden I saw Phillips run towards the net scrambling trying to get the ball from crossing the line. I had no words. I thought we had messed it up though. Luckily the team (and the majority of the fabulous support) thought otherwise.
Our equalising goal was a tremendous team effort and we went absolutely mad. We were back in it. Back to square one. Game on. I was glad to get to half time on equal footing and thought we would get stronger in the 2nd half.
The longer the game went on, the more nervous I became. I was convinced that something would go wrong in the last 10 minutes. I called it sudden death time. One mistake and game over. I thought that if we went to extra time, our tiring legs would falter.
How bloody wrong I was! Cue Williams. Cue Cullen. Cue beautiful Bauer! I had not expected it but oh my God I was jubilant. Everywhere erupted. I celebrated more than I ever had before. I presume many more did the same. Elation of the highest. Best football feeling ever. Have that!!
Still buzzing now. We will always have this memory. No one can take this away. No matter what happens now, we will always have Wembley 2019. An invigorated Charlton Athletic team and support. We deserve this success. Long may it continue.
Went up to Doncaster with brother @Siv_in_Norfolk, son Sam (doesn't post on here), bruv-in-law Tony and niece Maisie. Ecstatic at 1-0. Euphoria at 2-0. Down to earth a bit at 2-1 but, hey, we were doing alright. C'est sera sera and all that. Met a nice bunch of lads in the Mallard down by Donny station. Feeling good, feeling good.
Back to Beckenham. Psyched up for the 2nd leg. Took a trip to Bexleyheath to reserve a spot for a family Charlton tattoo session at Master Tattooers in the High Street. Spoke to Graham, a huge Charlton Fan.
2nd leg. Pretty confident really. A drink and a burger in the White Swan beforehand. Met up with @Henry Irving and his son. Siv had brought his son down from Norwich. Still kind of confident but, you know, this is Charlton. So, to the game. Ecstacy. 3-1 up in the leg. What can go wrong. 3-2. Hmm. A blip but we can still do it.3-3. Shit, it's all going tits up. 3-4. Oh no. I was already thinking about changing my return flight to California. What's the point?!! The whole reason for coming over was the Wembley trip mark 2. Ecstacy. Pratley, you beauty. Well, kind of ecstacy. Charlton, why do you put us all through this. Penalties. Bloody penalties. 1-0. 1-1. 2-1. 2-2. 3-2. 3-3. 4-3. THEY MISS. We've got it. Yes!! Still 4-3. Naby, you twat!! They missed, they missed!!! Still 4-3. We won. Hugged a few strangers. Thanks lads. Pure ecstacy. On the pitch. On the pitch. WHAT A NIGHT. WHAT A NIGHT.
The next drama - trying to coordinate tickets for 10 of us, one for wheelchair access. With 2 season tickets, one of which didn't work on line (showing 0 loyalty points). Took us 3 days (Saturday to Monday). Ended up with 2 in section 1, 6 in section 2 (but 2 of us sitting apart) and 2 in section 5 (sorry Siv and missus). But, he then manages to blag 2 tickets in the Bobbie Moore lounge through the Trust. The bloody luck of the Irish, and he's not even Irish!
A quick visit back to Bexleyheath on the Friday before the big game for our tattoos. Three of us. Sam, Siv and me. A nice simple black tattoo of the Charlton sword (The Valiants sword). The first tattoo for me for almost 40 years. The last one I got was when I was 17 down in Woolwich. My mum never spoke about that one, ever
So, Sunday, May 26. A quick breakfast in the Toby in Eden Park. Sam, Siv, Carrie (Siv's missus) and me. The rest of the family went up in their van specially kitted out for the wheelchair (bruv-in-law, sister, nephew, niece, nephew, niece). Up to Trafalgar Square for us though. All Sunderland. A quick pilgrimage to Henry Irving. Onto Covent Garden. All Sunderland. Bugger this. On the tube. Wembley Park here we come. Wembley Way. All Sunderland. Blimey, what's going on here then!? Siv buggers off to his posh do. Son and I walk to the Green Man. That's more like it. All Charlton. A couple of beers. Walk to the ground. Just waves and waves of Charlton. Never seen or heard anything like it. Not a Sunderland fan in sight. It's clever how they segregate the fans. There's a real method there.
Into the stadium. Breathtaking. 0-1. Unbelievable. Totally numbing. Couldn't look at the pitch. Sat with head down for maybe 5 minutes. Dillon/Naby - what are you doing!! Shock!! 1-1. Yes, that's more like it! We needed that before half time. GET IN!!
Looks like extra time. Bugger, bugger, bugger. I can't take this. I can't take this. 2-1. Patrick Bauer. Yes!!! Yes!!! Pandemonium. Never felt an emotion like that before. Just knew that we were so close to the end. No way were they going to score. Almost strangled my son. Hugged a big, bald, sweaty stranger. I'm sure he felt the same about me. YES, YES, YES!!!! My trip over was complete now and what a result. We'd gone the whole way and won at Wembley in 90 minutes!
Leaving the stadium. Just numb. Voice gone. Emotionally and physically drained. I'm getting too old for this!! Back to London Bridge. Went in the Barrowboy and Banker. Of course, quite a few Charlton there. Made my voice go even more. What a night. What a night. What a night. Back to Beckenham. Knackered, happy, numb.
And, flew back to California the next day a very happy boy. And listened to the Charlton Live podcast on the train to work the following day. "You absolute German beauty". That's what @KillersBeard called him. Had me in tears on the train. What a trip. What an exhausting trip!!
And it's only been today that I have been able to post. I didn't post after both Donny games. Just the player marks. I've just felt so bloody emtionally all over the place. But now, back to normal (for me anyway). Wanted to get my thoughts and feelings down, so humour me. COYR!!
Thank you Lee Bowyer.
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Must have watched various highlights at least 20 times today and watched a dozen allez allez allez you tube clips