Article originally written for Charlton Athletic Supporters’ Trust.
Approaching our final destination of Fleetwood – a town with a population about the size of the Valley capacity – I couldn’t help wondering what on earth we were doing in such a dead-end backwater. This was the first ever meeting between the two clubs, the kind of fixture you associate with the early rounds of the FA Cup, rather than a routine League One Saturday.
Charlton fans view this division as our nadir, never having been lower in our league existence. For Fleetwood, it represents dizzy heights. When we were pitting ourselves against the best teams in the land in the early years of the millennium, Fleetwood were kicking the ball about in the North West Counties League. Although their timeline extends back to 1908, the Lancashire club’s present incarnation is less than twenty years old. They only turned fully professional in 2010/11 and got promoted for the first-time ever to the Football League a year later. Then a trip to Wembley catapulted them into the third tier of the hierarchy, their sixth promotion in ten years: an English football record.
Having initially mistaken a floodlight tower at the docks for a sign of the stadium, we doubled back across the Blackpool-bound tram tracks.