Rain

It poured down yesterday. It totally ruined the cricket. But hey it's August, what's one to expect ... global warming etc, blah, etc, blah.

However the rain actually helped Charlton. It meant it wasn't one of them shirt sleeve days. Remember Scunnie last year, when our lot turned up expecting the earth and got a Marcus bundle and an equalizer. There was a slickness on the ground. It enabled us to play 3 minutes of football then score from a corner. Direct from the first corner of the season. Blimey when has that ever been done? But we were then able to sit in, hold our shape, and force Swansea to play a little bit. They came with 5 in midfield. They had come for a point and a second minute goal doesn't help. But it what our season needed. If we had had to huff and puff for 30 minutes it could have unbearable.

I sat in the West today. Jimbob had a spare so I left the homely Upper North and sat with the prawn sarnie brigade. No atmosphere but still a better perspective on some of the football. Pards needs to sit in the seat I. He may then realise what is needed.

He needed to sit down with Jerome. Every freakin time he gets the ball he does a flick through the legs, two stroke three leggy over things or a full turn and pirouette. Now I always thought you may do a leg over thing if you were attacking and wanted to beat a player. It's a sort of dummy. Now Jerome seems to do it when he is 10 yards away from the said player and not to beat the player but to show off. His doing it seemed to get Kelly to want to do it. Jeeeez, the pair of them !!!! Just run with the ball, take it round the player at speed and whip in a cross. It's not hard. Granto Basey showed how to whip the ball in. Quality at the death. Maybe the only bit of quality.

However I must take Pards to task. Saturday morning, a few email alerts, blimey what's this ... a new signing. Hameur Bouazza on a season loan from Foolham. OK we can live with that, even though he's not a centre half or centre mid. So 83 minutes are up on the clock and our Alan seems fit to stick Hameur into the action. The board goes up Lloyd Sam comes off and Hameur goes on. This is where the fun began. Our Hameur goes and stands next to Grant Basey on the left. Basey looks at him throws his arms out wide and looks at Matty Holland. He then trots over to the right, stands there and throws his arms out wide and looks at Matty Holland. Matty Holland looks at Hameur looks at Granto, throws his hands out wide and looks at Therry Racon. Therry looks at the whole damn nine yards and says "a droit, la gouche ". Basey walks over towards Pards who turns to Phil, who smiles and turns to Robbo. Hold on Parks says where's Robbo? He's been cut from the roster, money constraints cry the West Stand. Finally our Hameur trots over to the right. Now is he a right mid or a left mid. Does Pards know who he has signed or where the fella plays. It was horrible to watch. But it was a 2-0 home win. Oh how we wanted one of those last year. New Years day anyone?

Off to watch the Olympics now .... roll on Tuesday.

My tune of the day: Devils haircut - Massive Attack