Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Absent Fathers

I haven't quite given up on this blog, but two weeks without a post might well just be a record for me.

Blogging now that I'm ensconced back in the UK has however felt a little weird. I think the Atlantic provided an oceanic barrier which made things feel more impersonal when I wrote them (in a good way).

Ironically a ten day trip back across the pond was the main reason for my absence, containing the type of frantic schedule that saw me sleep in six different beds (and it wasn't due to my pulling prowess unfortunately).

Speaking of bedhopping, the papers on my return were full of the John Terry story, or as the geniuses at Private Eye have already coined him, World Cup Willy.

Given that most Premiership footballers probably think Morals is a fashionable nightclub, his exploits are hardly a big surprise.

The majority of observers are saying he 'crossed the line', but then most men don't have a best mate with a stunning French girlfriend who models underwear.

Indeed until my own unmarried best mate does acquire such a squeeze, I want him to know from the very bottom of my heart that it's very much "hands off" from my perspective for now. Friends will be friends and all that.

I enjoyed my brief time in New York, and pleasingly I didn't feel any great pangs of regret about our move back. Admittedly the weather was perishingly cold though.

Charlton played three home games whilst I was away, and only secured four points. It thus seems the flat performances I observed at Brentford and Wycombe, offered a reasonable representation of where the team is at right now.

Slow and ponderous upfront, and as unbalanced as ever on the left side of midfield, it will surely take more than mere spirit to catapult us into a promotion spot now.

We are clearly not having a bad season, but when one throws in the three disappointing Cup exits, it is at best merely satisfactory in my view.

The incredible results that Norwich are accumulating seem to have sucked the life out of us. Wins with ten men here, followed by a fighting comeback there.

After six matches Charlton had 18 points, whilst the Canaries only had 8. Thus in the space of just 23 matches, they have managed to generate fully 17 more points than we have.

Disappointingly it is arguably against Norwich that we should most reasonably be benchmarking ourselves.

Similarly financially afflicted and newly relegated to an unfamiliar League One status, it is not clear why Paul Lambert has managed to inspire such an exceptional turnaround.

Unlike Phil Parkinson moreover, he did not have half a season to bed himself in.

Thus rather than seek an explanation for Norwich's form, perhaps we should ask why Charlton have not managed to put together the same run of form over such a long period? We've threatened to more than once, but momentum was quickly lost.

I set Parkinson high standards because the quality of virtually every team in League One is poor, and materially worse than the Championship from whence we came.

Indeed whilst our finances may be stretched by recent standards, almost half the division has average attendances that would fit snugly merely inside the Valley's East Stand.

What would these types of clubs give to have the no doubt well-remunerated likes of Burton, Dailly, Bailey, McKenzie or Racon on their payrolls? Just look at tonight's pathetic attendance for further evidence.

Another draw then makes it just 2 wins from 8, the second time this season we have put together a similarly disappointing octet of results. The last occurred straight after those opening six wins incidentally.

We're still on course for 89 points which is the single most damning statistic to rebut my thesis. I'm minded to think that recent performances tell the truer story, though time will tell.

How much of Charlton I'll be seeing during this time is a matter of some doubt however.

I've been surprised at how uninspired I've been by the thought of going to watch the team, now playing 45 miles away rather than 3,500.

I put it down to a few factors, not least fatherhood but others too. Perhaps six years of being unable to attend regularly, makes one realise that it's actually something that can be lived without surprisingly easily.

Even the most loyal non-plastic Addick must acknowledge meanwhile that League One football is such a 'non event'. Championship football wasn't much better.

At least in the Premiership, thanks to media ubiquity, you knew something about virtually every player we faced.

This knowledge provided an angle or edge which made each fixture uniquely enjoyable, even against the less glamorous clubs.

But in League One, aside from the extra passion engendered by the fixtures against Leeds, Norwich and perhaps Millwall, each set of eleven cloggers just merges into the previous one. The only thing that changes is the colour of their shirts.

Either way, when previously I'd eagerly listen to 90-minute radio commentary when I wasn't actually at the game, now I'm comfortable just following via occasional Blackberry visits to the BBC 'videprinter'.

Time is the one thing I'd love to have more of in my life, so the six hour door-to-door trip to The Valley can at best be a rare luxury whilst the kids are so young.

The wife will let me go through (Steve) gritted teeth, but the bargain goes something like this.

She'll issue me the visa, but on my return I'll inevitably be bathing the kids and putting them to bed.

This of course occurs just at that post-football moment when a quick nap or a cold beer is considerably more appealing.

And then the very next day, with a relish which would make Emmeline Pankhurst proud, she will declare that given I went to football on Saturday, she will be taking the entire morning off to do exactly whatever she wants.

And believe me, as much as I love Charlton, there's no win thumping enough to compensate for the inevitable thumping headache brought on by looking after two toddlers.

Midweek evening games are easier of course, but inevitably I missed a pair back-to-back on my recent trip.

I'll wait until the kids are old enough to come with me, and then hey presto I'll have a valuable currency of my own to spend at my leisure.

"Darling, I dragged the boys against my will to Charlton yesterday....at least let me spend lunchtime with the Sunday newspapers in the pub."

Hopefully we'll be out of League One by then too because I'm nothing if not an evil schemer....mwahahahaha.


At 12:37 AM, Blogger ChicagoAddick said...

I think most Dads go through the quid pro quo of parenting or having a good time (you know what I mean). I hardly ever miss a radio commentary even though that Emma women drives me flipping mad but when I'm at home (UK) and can't get to a game, I'm appear to be fine with checking my phone periodically. I have no idea why.

Anyway good to see you back NYA. Absorbing post as always.

At 11:01 AM, Blogger Kings Hill Addick said...

Trust me, you didn't miss anything worth seeing on Saturday.

In fact I'd go as far as to say that spending the afternoon with your boys would have given you less of a headache.

After 'boasting' of this season being exciting last year I can't tell you how glad I am that the next three games are all away.

This league is pants, especially when you play like you belong in it.

At 7:42 PM, Blogger Dave said...

NYA - "man-up" and remind Mrs NYA that in all the seasons you have been together, Charlton have always come first and always will. If you lose interest now, there will be no spa days in the future for her when you are dragging the kids on geography tours around this green and pleasant land. It's your duty after all.

At 7:47 PM, Anonymous newyorkaddick said...

You clearly haven't met my wife. She's a quite terrifying woman. Indeed I've threatened on many occasions to move to North Korea 'for the freedom'.

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At 1:13 PM, Anonymous Pat said...

A lot of sympathy for single parents then? Don't worry - it all goes by in a flash.
It must be a man-thing this bothering about who the opposition are (or are not)because him-indoors is the same. Never understood it myself. All I'm interested in is my team playing good, attractive football and winning games. One day soon....

At 1:46 AM, Blogger ChicagoAddick said...

You have a good point Pat. I never pay to see the opposition, I pay to see my team play, if possible play well and hopefully win and that could be against Maidstone or Man U.


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