Not that I'm holding my breath for one...but...
Just as all good runs come to an end, the same logic could equally be applied to bad ones. Charlton are due a performance: Charlton fans are most certainly owed one.
What we want is one of those bright Saturday afternoons where, from out of nowhere, it all clicks into place and we absolutely hammer the opposition. The goals fly in and the buzzing Valley crowd are unified in delirium, singing the name of our much-loved leader sat in the Director's Box like a naughty school boy, grinning from ear to ear.
In my mind I can see it...clear as anything: Francis finally completes a pass to a teamate, Llera and Dailly look like they can 'speaka de samea language', Semedo and Racon manage to control the ball first time (without it hitting their chins in the process), Reidy and Waggy are whipping in vicious balls for fun and BWF is growing ever bored of converting them. Not least of all, young Jenkinson gets to taste victory at last, crowning his big day by bagging the 9th and final goal of the afternoon with a 85 yard screamer with his left foot.
Come Monday, we'll all be writing that our season is back on track and Brighton is now our target.
Oh, what the hell! I don't want to keep being depressed.
Come on you Addicks!
Blimey HT I'll have a pint of what you're drinking !
ReplyDeleteI've just posted something The Smiths would be proud of ! Well done on helping give me some sort of optimism !
Who knows, it might just happen !