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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on Green,
If you can trust Hamer when all men doubt him,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
For a mere 15 seconds on the Football League show
Or being called lucky, don't believe in luck,
And yet don't boast too much, nor feel too low:

If you can deal with "our away support is S***" comments and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Massives - nor lose the common touch,
if neither Spanners nor Stripy Nigels can hurt you,
If all fans count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving season
With 46 games of distance run,
Yours is the Championship and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Charlton fan, my son!
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  • edited February 2012
    Great stuff (little tear in the eye time)!!!!!
  • Big Charlton fan ?
  • Quality 'enry...
  • I feel better now : )
  • great poem by a great man who also makes exceedingly good cakes
  • edited February 2012
    If.......

    Someone waves and says hello to you at the ground, shouldn't you say hello or at least wave back?
  • great poem by a great man who also makes exceedingly good cakes
    Never knew Henry could cook, have you been round his for tea?
  • great poem by a great man who also makes exceedingly good cakes
    Never knew Henry could cook, have you been round his for tea?
    Think all members of "The Clique" have.....

  • Shall I compare this to a match-day?
    Thou art more nervous and more distressed:
    Rough winds do shake the promotion hopes in May,
    And summer's buys hath all got in a mess:
    Sometime too hot the head of Kermit shines,
    And often is the long ball play'd;
    And many contentious decisions the ref declines,
    Through fear, or lack of decent passes made;
    But thy dreams of Bradley scoring will not fade,
    Nor our possession of that ball thou desires;
    Nor shall Massives brag we wander'st in their shade,
    When Jacko's freekicks doth stoke those fires;
    So long as Powell can breathe, or his eyes can see,
    So long lives our one aim, and this gives life to me.
  • A great thread. Pure brilliance posted by henry and addicted.
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  • charlton are Red
    millwall are blue
    Ones going up
    and the other is poo..
  • Great work. Inspirational stuff.
  • I meant the Henry and Addicted ones. Not yours, Adam. Sorry.
  • Nice one Addicted, That Earl of Oxford was a good writer
  • ahh uboat.. i remember writing that as a kid when we got promoted to div 1 back in the day..
  • great poem by a great man who also makes exceedingly good cakes
    Never knew Henry could cook, have you been round his for tea?
    Think all members of "The Clique" have.....


    I think the preferred term is "initiation ceremony" rather than "tea". That's your clique application form to the bottom of the pile.
  • i must just add that henners was rather brutal when it came to the paddle part of the ceremony.. couldnt sit down for a week but i gained a lowly posistion within the clique so worth the bruises..
  • Great stuff Henry and Addicted.
  • Winning thread!


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  • Thanks. Sorry for hijacking Henry, just liked the idea ;-)
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  • i must just add that henners was rather brutal when it came to the paddle part of the ceremony.. couldnt sit down for a week but i gained a lowly posistion within the clique so worth the bruises..
    Sorry to go off topic, but AtA, think you're getting confused with "The Clique" & The Freemasons....

  • Kipling was a Freemason but was he part of the 'clique'?
  • Re yesterday's game :



    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
       Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

    Omar Khayyam
  • Re yesterday's game :



    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
       Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

    Omar Khayyam
    Omar Kkayyam.. he liked it so much he bought the company.. im sorry.. im going to a meeting in a mo so wont spoil this thread with nonsense..

  • C..A..F..C
  • edited February 2012
    Don't leave out Bill.............


    Turf Moor or to The Valley, dear friends, once more;
    For a chance to play the ‘Wall and the Nigels instead.
    In peace there's nothing so becomes a fan
    As modest stillness and humility:
    But when the blast of whistle blows in our ears,
    Then realise the chance to play the Tigers;
    Put down the burger, roll up the programme,
    Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
    Then cheer Red warriors onward to the Amex;
    Let Pride park in Portman Road instead
    Like the brass cannon; let Red o'erwhelm the Vicarage
    As fearfully as maybe in amongst Wolves
    O'erhang and jutty are the bellies
    Swill'd with the wild and wasteful lager.
    Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
    Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
    To his full height. On, on, you noblest Charlton.
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    great poem by a great man who also makes exceedingly good cakes
    Never knew Henry could cook, have you been round his for tea?
    Think all members of "The Clique" have.....


    I think the preferred term is "initiation ceremony" rather than "tea". That's your clique application form to the bottom of the pile.


    Damn I was so close to getting in I could smell it, still the pile might not be a big one

  • Nice post Henry..you're a poet and you don't even know it
  • Inspired stuff; shows how Charlton fans, and in particular Lifers, are a cut above!
  • edited February 2012
    After Larkin's This is the Verse.

    They fuck you up, your Football team
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in tracksuits and sheepskin coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another's throats.

    Fan hands on misery to fan.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don't support a team yourself.
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