Quotes from the Charlton no life forum

If you can't be bothered to read that long pile of misery this sums it up below.



Sandgaard himself has refocused on breaking even in League One, which is likely to prove impossible unless it is underpinned by the early sale of any promising player who emerges from the academy. For Mason Burstow last January, read Leaburn now. That in turn is unlikely to excite supporters or attract them to matches, which makes the challenge of increasing commercial revenues even more difficult. With just 6,000 home fans in the ground against Exeter, the owner has already marked the 30th anniversary of the return to The Valley by reducing league support to levels last seen in SE7 in 1993-94.

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They're fucked :grinning: :clap:


That's rock and roll man :guitar::guitar:




Smallwall :wave:
 
The gift thet keeps giving. Absolute string :grinning:



WTF?!?!?!

For a moment, with all that hand clapping, and the Addicks ‘player’ playing to the crowd, I thought I was watching the gladiatorial scenes from the film Spartacus! 🤣

That kick!
:rofl:
What a fucking bellend! That’s a (n) from Laurence Olivier, watching from the stands!

Throw him to the Lions! :grinning:
 
"Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
We hear the battle cry (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Tonight's do-or-die (oh, oh, oh-oh)
We fightin', you will see (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Addicks to victory (oh, oh, oh-oh)
We're in a hurry, in the valley now
On a mission, gonna tear it down
Eyes among you, all the adrenaline
And determined for a clean sheet win
We will win
We will win
A clean sheet win
We will win!
Oh, oh, oh-oh
We hear the battle cry (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Tonight's do-or-die (oh, oh, oh-oh)
We fightin', you will see (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Addicks to victory
Choking down alive
Racing against the time
Follow us and see
Addicks to victory
Oh, oh, oh-oh
We hear the battle cry (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Tonight's do-or-die (oh, oh, oh-oh)
We fightin', you will see (oh, oh, oh-oh)
Addicks to victory
Choking down alive
Racing against the time
Follow us and see
Chopped and see your friend
Choking down alive
Racing against the time
Follow us and see
Addicks to victory
Addicks to victory
Addicks to victory
Addicks to victory
Addicks to victory"

Drips.
What in buggery bollocks is that?
 
The mad thing is a lot of them actually rated it when they still thought Danish Dave was their savour 😁
How the fuck are these drips just a few miles down the road from us is beyond me
Its all down to geography and the charlton triangle. An area of mystery and despair marked out by the water front leisure centre, the O2 and Sutcliffe Park. From time in memorial many points have dissapeared without trace. When the wind is in the East people say they have heard the strange wailing sound of a lone guitar strumming inhuman chords. It is also said that coach loads of visitors from Kent have entered the triangle, then returned to Kent. Never to set foot in the triangle again. What horrors must they have witnessed?

The tormented souls of the eternally damned who dwell in the triangle sometimes try to contact the living via something know as the spotters forum. Forever damned and tormented by delusions of grandeur they circle endlessly in the forlorn hope that a saviour will come to their rescue or the club will have the decency to just go into the woods and bleed out like a gentleman.
 
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Its all down to geography and the charlton triangle. An area of mystery and despair marked out by the water front leisure centre, the O2 and Sutcliffe Park. From time in memorial many points have dissapeared without trace. When the wind is in the East people say they have heard the strange wailing sound of a lone guitar strumming inhuman chords. It is also said that coach loads of visitors from Kent have entered the triangle, then returned to Kent. Never to set foot in the triangle again. What horrors must they have witnessed?

The tormented souls of the eternally damned who dwell in the triangle sometimes try to contact the living via something know as the spotters forum. Forever damned and tormented by delusions of grandeur they circle endlessly in the forlorn hope that a saviour will come to their rescue or the club will have the decency to just go into the woods and bleed out like a gentleman.
That is beautiful mate