I am taking a week's break in Devon so will be posting more sparsely than usual. Hence, I am looking at Wednesday's fixture against QPR.
I have looked at the goals that Stoke scored us against us and I think they were unstoppable. The penalty really punctured our confidence which looks more fragile than it should be.
My mother always maintained that referees in general and northern referees in particular had it in for Charlton. At the time I was embarrassed when she issued an invitation to the referee to return quickly from the northern outpost (usually some minor mill town) from which he had come, but maybe she had a point.
Yesterday's refereeing display was of the worst I have seen involving Charlton and there have been a few. Steve Sutherland OBE, who normally refrains from criticising officials, said it was a disgrace.
That doesn't excuse a poor Charlton performance, but let's look forward to Wednesday. Today's Football League Paper has a double page feature on 'Surprise package QPR's flying start' which looks a bit silly given their 0-1 home defeat by Boro. From what I saw of the game the Super Hoops failed to be clinical in front of goal despite sustained pressure in the second half.
In my view the real surprise package are Swansea City. I would like to put this down to my granddaughter's arrival in Abertawe. but she has no interest in football. I see that Cyril the Swan was on the pitch yesterday.
A lot of interest with QPR focuses on their barking fans. I messaged Lord Young of Acton ('Tobes') to see whether he intended to renew his feud with Rick Everitt at The Valley, but reply has come there none.
One of the amusing aspects of the Spectator (or Sextator has former employee Kemi Badenoch has called it) is the willingness of the columnists to slag each other off. Hence in a recent column Rachel Johnson (for it is she, Bozza's sister) said that Lord Young was an unusual case of reverse charisma. His bald pate only had to enter a room for several people to hate him instantly.
QPR is also the favourite club of minor celebrities. Step forward, Giles Coren. He writes restaurant reviews for The Times (never south of the river) and pens 'amusing' columns about his life in Kentish Town. He has occasionally hosted 'back to the future' television campaigns, always looking hopelessly smug.
It is always difficult to have a relative who is more famous. A friend of mine was a novelist (she eventually won the Booker Prize, on which I got 7-1 odds, and became a dame commander). I had to spend a lot of time at my first wedding reception shooing away people who wanted to talk to her. Her husband had a successful career in his own right and was understandably irritated by press profiles naming him as 'Mr "Susan Smith"'.
Coren's sister is the 'Queen of the Quizzes', Victoria Coren Mitchell. She hosts her own quiz, the lateral thinking Only Connect, as well as appearances on Wilty and Have I Got News For You. She is also an international poker player. Husband David Mitchell claims to know nothing about football. The same could be applied to supporters of QPR.
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