Expectations of a Charlton fan ...

Sorry, this has been nicked off the pink oboe list. Thanks to it's originator Sean Smith but it sums up how I've been feeling ...

It relates to certain excuses being thrust down the throat of Charltons support.

"The trouble is, expectations have grown"

Sorry Curbs, but I'm not buying that excuse, lame as it is anyway.

As Charlton fans, we are absolutely delighted to have improved so much in
the last fifteen years, an improvement that can be fairly and squarely put
at your door. There is not a week goes by that we don't at some time or
another, smile a little to ourselves about where we are now. I doubt there
are many of us that would not, at the start of the season, have settled
for
tenth place, or even survival. We are not, on the whole, dreamers, nor
are
we known particularly for being unrealistic (despite the fact that had
certain of our number not dared to dream fifteen years ago, it is highly
unlikely that the improvement you so like to brag about would have ever
been achieved).

No.

Our expectations, compared to the supporters of many of the clubs who
until recently were several points below us in the table, are modest. We
expect, for example, to perform as competently in the last quarter of the
season, especially a season so remarkably free of major injuries, as we do
in the previous three. And we expect to proceed a reasonable distance in
the cup competitions, at least if we get favourable draws against teams
from lower divisions (or Palace).

And we expect the manager of our club to recognise and understand the
profound disappointment that follows when such reasonable, stable
expectations are not met, time and again, and to take responsibility for
it, rather than to attempt to blame it on us.

I'll leave it there ... I have no wish to bicker on any more about Charlton and the trip to Narwich tomorrow. Luckily I'm not going, so ya boo sucks.

My tune of the day: I realise - Jiva