Malicious Charlton owner out to destroy the club.

The CAFC bulletin written today (badly as usual)  by the geriatric owner Roland Duchatelet confirms that he has sacked Lee Bowyer.

In the bulletin on the official website, against all sensible HR policy, it reveals specific confidential and personal details about the failed negotiation with Lee.

He, once again, blames all the other owners of football clubs who are prepared to fund annual losses when he is not.

The resurgence of the club last year was led by and driven by Lee Bowyer and his team and the anger created by this is unlikely to be limited to action in the UK against Duchatelet. It is highly likely that our remaining best players, i.e Lyle Taylor will seek a transfer.

Many of those who had purchased season tickets will be seeking refunds and I strongly suspect that Duchatelet can look forward to some further direct action in Belgium.

He should be planning for and praying for a swift sale of the club.

Fruitcake Roland blames everyone else

The latest statement from Roland is full of blaming plus a fair degree of complete nonsense and the occasional half sensible observation.

His principal targets for blame tonight are the unthanked previous directors, Derek Chappell, Bob Whitehand and David Sumners – the inference being that they are apparently not prepared to write down or write off their loans to the Club which are secured on the property assets of the football club. The other directors are thanked even though David White, one of those thanked has tonight tweeted tonight to say that although he has agreed to discuss his loan nobody has actually discussed it further with him.

The Aussie buyers have apparently agreed a ridiculously high price with Roland but not surprisingly for that money they want clean title to the assets without the legacy charges and that’s where it’s sat for ages now.

Roland goes on to blame Lee Bowyer for not agreeing his own contract extension to allow him to offer him a better contract ( you couldn’t make up this stuff could you )

He then blames the whole football system and other championship clubs for losing  too much money like a poker player who joins the $100 a hand table but only thought it was $5 a hand. He’s right of course that the huge losses are nonsense but then that’s the game he decided to play in.

For good measure he blames Peter Varney and Rick Everitt for introducing a potentially unsuitable buyer for Charlton in the shape of the Ebbsfleet owner and tonight Rick Everitt has tweeted to say that the person they were going to introduce was both unknown to Roland because he never signed the NDA and not from the Middle East unlike the Ebbsfleet owner – so that was evidently nonsense too.

He then tells us fans that we can expect to lose more games this year and have a low budget ( to make us uncompetitive)

How fantastic , let’s get down and buy a season ticket quickly before the hordes of other enthusiastic losers get there first.

You really couldn’t write the stuff he sends out , but the trouble is -this geriatric idiot actually does.

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie

I’m sure we could do that instead of Allez, allez, allez.  Andrew Muir and Gerard Murphy were at the game on Sunday and by all accounts, the Aussies remain in pole position to buy Charlton. Apparently, the price has been agreed for a long time and is not affected by promotion and the Aussies have the money to do the deal.

They must have been impressed by the turn out for Doncaster and at Wembley, they can surely see and understand the potential. A mid table performance next year would have us with regular crowds of 15,000-18,000 with boycotters returning and enthusiasm high after Wembley.

It is really difficult for us mere mortals – Jim White included- to understand why the deal hasn’t been done. They’ve been at it for more than 12 months and must have enough due diligence information by now to fill a small country. Their perseverance is welcome and admirable but the takeover needs to happen NOW to capitalize on the momentum Lee and his team have created.

For heavens sake – get it done – bang the deal into the back of the net like Patrick Bauer did and we will all welcome you with open arms.

Six Seconds

It’s really difficult to even comprehend exactly what happened yesterday, other than to say it was absolutely unbearably fantastic. To win a game, any game, with only 6 seconds left is wonderful – but to win a game that meant as much as yesterday is truly magical.

Our supporters were awe inspiring, the support deafening, the players were skilful, effective and relentless, we deserved to win.

Lee Bowyer, Johnnie, Andy Marshall, Steve Gallen and all the team have done an amazing job this season. A special word to Olly Groome in the Comms team who consistently produce excellent work and to Katie and the ticketing team who have had to literally shift mountains over the last couple of weeks.

Thanks to all those guys so much for giving me, my family and every Charlton supporter a fantastic season and an inspirational memory that we can treasure forever. I love you all.

Life Affirming

One of the rocks of my life has been supporting Charlton. It’s a family thing – my son says to me that the last thing Nanny said to him before she passed away was that Nicky Bailey couldn’t do it all on his own in the middle. I took her many times – I remember sitting in the Jimmy Seed with her on a cold Tuesday night and I remember sitting in the lounge in a monsoon before the West Ham game was called off- She loved going well into her eighties.

Last night I sat there with my wife, 26 year old daughter and her partner. Where does the time go?   How did I get so old ?  – I’ve still got a piece of turf in a box in my office draw from when I invaded the pitch in 1974 when we beat Preston and got promoted as a 17 year old. I’ve sat with my same mates for 50 years now.

Generations after generation – it’s what we do. It was my son’s stag weekend and he was in Edinburgh with his mates who made him watch the game in a pub wearing a Donny shirt – when we won , he ripped his shirt off , danced on the table in the pub pointing to his Charlton Tattoo .

There are loads of other things in life but there aren’t that many capable of giving those almost unbearable feelings of joy and euphoria as the end of the penalties last night.

When we go to Wembley, I will be there with my brothers, wife, kids, nephews, mates – the list is endless – just as it was when we beat Sunderland in 98 – except my son was 8 then and this time he has to get an Uber from the church where his bans for his July wedding are being read.

He’ll be there as will the rest of us – My dear old Mum will be looking down on us

its a family thing  it’s what we do – We are Charlton and she knew that.

Wall of Noise

I’ve been a bit quiet recently-  not because I’ve haven’t been Charlton engaged – I went to Plymouth, Oxford and Donny and nearly all the home games – but because there hasn’t been anything to moan about. Frankly it’s all been pretty marvellous – I’m not going to predict Friday but if it’s about the best team winning then it’s got to be us all day long. We outclassed Donny up there and let’s hope we do it again on Friday.

Donny away was an amazing experience – the last time I felt that disorientated from a wall of noise was Bryan Adams at the O2 and I only  went to that because the wife likes him. The first goal was almost unbearable in the same way – I felt like I needed to lie down or feint.

If we are lucky and we get to Wembley – the big question is – will Roland turn up ?

I know if I was paying £5m or £6m a year to own a football club – I’d want to be there- imagine if we win at Wembley and the owner grabs the trophy to hold it up in front of 40,000 Charlton Fans – could be fun ??

 

Bielik’s Balls

Charlton were absolutely magnificent today. We played Luton off the park in the second half. Our midfield in particular was immense, Williams, Cullen , Bielik and Aribo and to cap it all Igor finally seems to have regained his confidence, pace and ability

I’ve got to tell you though I’m a bit worried about our Krystian’s breadbasket area. He’s either got a couple of whoppers down there that frequently get in the way or he is being deliberately targeted in that area by the opposition.

I suspect it all started when that bloke from the covered end raced on a few weeks ago and drop kicked him during his celebrations.

I’m thinking of sending my old cricket box into the club just to help him out.

Come on mate dust yourself down,  think of England or Poland and get back out there. We all absolutely love you and your balls , but obviously not in a weird way