This morning was a bit of a slow casual start and I decided to leave later and travel to the game. This meant forgoing lunch at the Chancery in Lillie Lane, where you can get a nice pint, 25% off meals with match day tickets and appreciate the hiring policy ;o)
I made it to my seat with about ten minutes to spare before kick off. After an early goal from Clint Dempsey ("he scores with his left, he scores with his right, that boy Clint Dempsey makes Drogba look shite"), the lads decided to go into their regular sleep mode. Even a few close shaves were not enough to wake them up.
When they did have the ball they were either too casual and or went into a state of 'oh we have the ball and what do we do now'! I think the Flying Scotsman on quarter speed would have been more effective. Bobby Zamora didn't look like his heart was in it at times. He certainly wasn't getting much service to galvanise him beyond a stroll.
By half time I'd rather have been watching paint dry!
Another lull in action. Note the sea of red in the Putney End (c Rotton Yarns) |
Damien had only been on 2 minutes and nearly scored and it was a minute later when that boy Dempsey done it again! 2-0 hurrah! Ten minutes later, Bryan Ruiz gets the ball and is brought down by the keeper. Up steps that man Clint to take the penalty, making it 3-0 and claiming his hat trick. Six minutes later it was all over bar the shouting for Charlton when Damien Duff grabbed a deserved goal to make it 4-0.
All in all following an hours worth of agonising faff and general duff playing, I suppose it wasn't a bad game for half an hour . The Charlton supporters were amazing - they filled the entire Putney End and made a hell of a din.
At times I thought I was sitting in a library up at the Hammersmith End.
Its a shame they didn't do better - the score line does not reflect how well they played and but for David Stockdale came close on occasions. They should feel very proud.
Great title! The blogosphere's gain is Fleet Street's loss :o)
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