The boys in Belvedere were always playing football in the road just outside our house, but I never joined in. I had managed a kickabout on the beach with a few friends over the summer holidays, and I wasn’t too bad – lots of chasing around rather than skill, it has to be said, so perhaps more like Steve Gritt than Carl Harris. I also had no idea which my best position would be, so just like Steve Gritt, then: the utility player who defined the term – he had not only played for Charlton in every outfield position – but also in goal.
University loomed on the horizon. “Student life – it’s whatever you make it”, warbled the blurb in the prospectus. “It’s not just about lectures and seminars, it’s your chance to get involved in all sorts of other sports or past-times. If the society doesn’t already exist, all you have to do is start it – after all, there are thousands of other young people just waiting to have fun.” The thought crossed my mind that I could finally have a go at playing my favourite sport properly, albeit as a rather late starter.
That first evening in the college bar, I casually mentioned the idea to my new friends. Immediately one of the boys offered to coach us, and most of the girls who played hockey decided they would give it a go for a laugh.
The prospectus was right – I wasn’t just going to be playing football, somehow I was the founder and captain of my own team. Now I would just need to learn how to kick the thing, never mind head it. After all these years watching Charlton – and Steve Gritt – I must have picked up a trick or two…
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During season 2017/18, Charlton celebrated the 25th anniversary of the club’s return to The Valley. A reunion “Legends” match took place in September. I wrote about it for the Charlton Athletic Supporters Trust. The picture shows fans meeting with Jon Fortune, who sent the Palace down.
The man mountain that is Carl Leaburn, his considered voice and unselfish nature belying his physical stature; dapper Mickey Bennett, somehow looking younger now than in his first-team days; Robert (definitely not Rob) Lee’s distinguished grey hair and square jawline begging comparisons with George Clooney; the blustering arrival of Eddie Youds, late-tackling his way into the thick of it all.
Scott Minto, another who seems to have cheated the passing of the years, maintained a calm and professional presence as he hosted the pre-match Legends Q&A, fittingly taking place in the Keith Peacock Suite. By all accounts, said elder statesman of the club was largely responsible for past players travelling from near and far to support the Community Trust in celebration of 25 years of their existence and 25 years (almost) since football returned to Floyd Road.
Like us, the Q&A men would be spectators at the main event while their former team mates would once more take to the Valley turf. Already the day was shaping into one of gentle relaxation and informality.
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Article originally written for Charlton Athletic Supporters’ Trust.
The TV camera zoomed in on the North Upper at the Valley to show supporters straggling their way to the exits just after the 74th minute. It then lingered for a moment on what, for me, has become the abiding image on a day of so many: the Grim Reaper, still sat in his seat, furtively glancing around.
You could clearly sense the dilemma – was it the moment to up and walk out in pre-planned protest with fellow fans or stay put and cheer on the team to an unlikely victory?
From my sofa – no, not that incongruous one by the corner flag – far away in Scotland I felt total empathy with this sinister black and white figure. If I’d managed the trip to London for this game, instead of the Reading humdinger a couple of weeks before, I’d be there now, near the front of the North Upper too. Would I get up and depart?
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