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.