Hard though it may be to understand I have supported Charlton Athletic all my life having been born in Woolwich back before time began. My first game was Charlton v Blackburn in 1958 when all we had to do was draw and we would have gone up to the first division but we lost 3-4 in front of 70,000+ spectators.
I went with my Granddad, Uncle and Dad and in due my course, Jack, my son, was taken by his Granddad when we watched Charlton beat Sheffield United. Earlier I had taken my Dad to the first game (we beat Pompey 1-0) back at the Valley after our sojourn at West Ham and Crystal Palace.
Just after Christmas, Peter Varney helped save Charlton from going into receivership which would have meant losing 10 points and maybe slipping into the 2nd (the old fourth) division which didn't bear thinking about.
We now have a good manager in Chris Powell, the team needs to be re-built and we may miss out on promotion this year but that's football.
Anyway, on Thursday, I had a lunch with Peter at the Coach House at Ruxley Manor, Sidcup and we chewed the fat or in my case the skate.