A Great Day

Well it looks like the wife and I will be choosing between Jerome, Thomas and Darren as names for our little boy born earlier today. A day that had already gone fabulously well has continued in the same vein, and it's only midday local time. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket later?

I won't write much because most Charlton fans would have seen the game live or on TV, but it really couldn't have gone much better for us. The gameplan that Pards set out was executed to perfection, and for the first half they simply couldn't live with our pace. Things went a bit flat in the second half and a better team might have made us nervy, but then again we managed to hit the woodwork twice.

Everybody played well but particularly Song in the midfield, Thomas and Ambrose on the flanks and all of the three strikers that played a role. On the odd occasions when Carson was called upon (and it was invariably from long range), he dealt with any threat in the efficient way to which we are accustomed.

We should enjoy this victory for a day or two, but Pards is too professional to allow it to go to our heads. The defeat for Sheffield United brings them just about within catching distance, but all eyes will be on Wigan tomorrow where a Newcastle win would really have us all believing.

As for Curbs and West Ham, they are in a sorry state. It was perhaps ironic that only Carlos Tevez showed any bottle for the fight, and whilst Curbs has not had long to mould the team into his image, he must take some responsibility for the signings of Davenport, Quashie et al, as well as their general lack of verve. I suspect this may have been his large game in charge though then again Magnusson may accept relegation as a given, and back Curbs to bring them straight back up.