Tuesday, 22 March 2011
There it sat...on my desk at work: my season ticket renewal form looking at me with that pitiful and hapless expression. Charlton want my money again to build towards a better future...
375 sheets of my hard earned cash for what? Nothing other than continued disappointment and a gut-wrenching pain that just doesn't seem to go away.
But wait...my seat offers a fantastic view of the pitch, overlooking the half-way line. Perhaps I should be grateful that I get a better view than most of the shite on offer.
Of course, it was never in question. I renewed: signed in for another year.
£375 lighter...heart getting heavier...patience running thinner...hope fading fast.
Sort it out, Chrissy. Sort it out.