Newly returned from Rome, and the somewhat unsatisfactory status quo at Charlton is at least on a predictable course. The loss to Birmingham was easily predicted, although I am heartened by the fight that appears to have been shown by the team. I am not expecting too much against Sheffield United or QPR either, but then the real acid test of Southampton, Blackpool, and Coventry, will, for me, determine Pardew's fate.
So what else? The arrival of Martyn Waghorn is a "so what" for me, but at least he has more realistic pretensions to be a Prem striker than Dickson, Mcleod, or Fleetwood. The potential signing of Powell, and / or Harte will hopefully remain unrequited, but where is the genuinely exciting signing? Somebody, we believe could make a difference, if only for a short while. Where, the touch of unexpected genius, and class?
The dustmen of Rome have it, or at least they did on the morning I saw one of their number emptying the recycling bin outside my hotel. Genius? Difference? Well, it is not every day that I see a vision of loveliness, looking strikingly like Anita Eckberg in her heyday, in a high viz jacket, removing the cardboard. Now that is class!
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