Ive been going to Charlton for over 50 years and it was lovely to get back there yesterday and I thoroughly enjoyed the game. What I didn’t enjoy was a bloke and his ‘lady’ sitting close by, probably Row T, who spent the entire game ( and I mean the entire game ) abusing the Wimbledon goalie and the referee and the odd Wimbledon player. I totally understand that football is an emotional release for people, particularly in the current hyper stress times and over the years Ive thrown a few F’s around at Charlton games and I’m not averse to industrial language particularly with my mates or in the pub.
BUT, these two were unable to string a sentence together that didn’t have f—k or c—t or indeed other derivations that ended in —ing or —-ed . In truth, there weren’t really any other words in their sentences apart from f—k or c—t . Somewhat incredibly, the Wimbledon goalie who had been their principal target for his time wasting all game remained on their swear list even after he’d kindly shipped 5 goals earning rants like ‘ not wasting time now you f—king, c—ting c—t’
I guess the irony of it all is that neither the Wimbledon goalie or the ref would have heard any of this tedious bile but we had it rammed in our ears for 94 minutes.
I suppose I am a bit old fashioned in this respect but women swearing and regularly using the c—t word wouldn’t be on my list of ladies I’d want to take home to meet mum ? Thankfully I didn’t notice any small kids around us yesterday but if I was taking my wife or son or daughter or grandchildren I would have been horrified.
Anyway, I really hope they go back to wherever they came next time and not Block F or they shut the F—K UP