The Drinking During the Game blog has made the point that everything seems a bit flat at the moment. A 1-1 away draw at Tranmere is not a platform for a 'Parky out' campaign, but nor is it anything to get excited about.
The automatic promotion places seem to be slipping away from us, but then it's a much more fluid division last year. If we can claim all six points in our next two home matches, then we could be in contention again.
Meanwhile, let's look back at sepia tinged memories of better times. I have recently been reading Football Nation an excellent history of the post-war game in England. Very sensibly, the authors structure their opening narrative in part around Charlton and in particular the first proper post-war cup final between Derby and the Addicks.
They start with the story of the Glikstens taking over Charlton. Much of the story is familiar enough, but there are a few anecdotes I hadn't heard before (or perhaps had heard or read and forgotten).
Four of the six houses owned by Charlton in Blackheath so when 'Sailor' Brown returned from the war there was nowhere for him to live. He put in a transfer request. Clearly matters were sorted out somehow or other.
Sam Bartram is described as a 'Burt Lancaster type figure'. Apparently, he was once asked to test protective headgear for a crash helmet manufacturer.
Charlton were allocated just 12,000 tickets for the final, although 98,215 attended. There were no supporters' clubs to aid the distribution of tickets and no voucher system. Successful applicants had to bring their identity cards with them.
I'm off to the States tomorrow, so I will miss the game against the Daggers and will be too jet lagged to attend the one against MK Dons. If we can get six points out if them, we should be in a much better position in the league in just over a week's time.