This international break has dragged on in my estimation, but it gives me a chance to look at Saturday's opponents Bristol City. Ahead of the game, they have just announced the appointment of a new set piece coach which gives some indication of their intentions.
First, a disclosure. I am a client of Bristol-based Hargreaves Lansdown and Steve Lansdown has been the benefactor of Bristol City. I have been with them since the 1980s, and they have been superb, but that doesn't alter my view of Bristol City.
There has been a bit of edge between Charlton and the 'Robins' in the past I seem to remember it kicking off in Bristol back in the day. In his excellent book about life at Charlton, Gary Nelson recalls he went down to Charlton Station to catch the train after the game and there was a knot of Bristol supporters on the platform who recognised him and were rather menacing.
Bristol is one of the largest provincial cities in the UK, but Bristol City have never been in the Premier League. They were in the old top flight between 1976 and 1980. Apart from 2013-15 when they were relegated to League One, they have been ever presents in the Championship.
Why haven't they done better? Like many clubs in the second tier they have suffered from having to compete with clubs receiving parachute payments: https://footballeconomyv2.blogspot.com/search?q=Bristol+City
According to the FLP, the latest deal the Premier League is offering the EFL is to cut parachute payments by five per cent over three years which is just a nominal amount (even allowing for the eroding effects of inflation). The distortion of competition will continue.
Bristol is also egg chasing territory. Indeed, Lansdown has built up a whole sports club on the Barcelona model which includes rugby union and basketball (Bristol Bears and Bristol Flyers).
Bristol is also a rather unusual city in some ways. Apart from Brighton, it is the only city that has a Green MP. The city was clearly implicated in the slave trade, but I'm not sure that throwing a statue of one of the guilty men into the harbour expunged the memory. What I am saying is that it may have fewer potential football supporters than many cities. Some residents may disapprove of competitive sports.
There is also the presence of another club. A number of provincial cities sustain two clubs, although arguably Sheffield might have a more secure place in the top flight if it had just one club, but Blades and Owls would never accept a merger. The Bristol case is more like Nottingham: one leading club and a secondary one,
My view of the Gasheads is that they are real nut jobs. When I was at uni, there was a Bristol Rovers supporter who drove around in a Triumph Spitfire bought by his indulgent parents. My pal Annie used to shout 'Micky Mouse' at him when he got out of his car. He didn't like this coming from a cool rock chick who was the guild of students social secretary and booked all the bands.
As far as I was concerned, he thought I was one sandwich short of a picnic as a Charlton supporter. He was simply patronising when his wealthy and super cool girl friend bought me an expensive suede jacket for my birthday. Let's call her 'Annabel'.
We all went our different ways, Annabel having returned Micky's engagement ring. I encountered him in Canberra when the federal government appointed him to a job I thought I could have done better. He made a complete Horlicks of it and returned to the UK.
Shortly after my first wife passed away in 2014, 'Annabel' suddenly appeared in my in box. I had kept tabs on her very successful career and by this time she was a dame commander and an adviser to the late Queen. She had kept everything I had written to her back then and wanted to return it to me and meet up in Exeter.
Meanwhile, Micky was living nearby and offered to drive me to a midweek match between Rovers and Charlton. I knew that he was in touch with a mutual friend who was also in contact with Annabel and indeed had phoned me to warn me against meeting her. What happened afterwards would be a good subject for a novel, but I decided that I didn't want to be questioned all the way to Bristol and back about what I was up to or what I had been up to in 1971. As it happened, Charlton beat Rovers 5-1 and Micky said that he would have left me in Bristol which I am sure was no idle threat.
Annabel and I did eventually met in 2016 and I decided that enough time has passed to invite both her and Micky to my 70th birthday party. Old Gasheads never forget and there was a confrontation.
Sadly, Annabel developed terminal cancer and I used to go and visit at her home elsewhere in the UK. When we had dinner for the last time were both hugging and in tears. As the taxi driver drove me away to the station, he asked, 'What's the story with her?'