Sorry to say I won’t
be able to make my own contribution to the Saturday banner parade in support of
free speech arranged by CARD; I’ve been slumming it in Lyon for a week now and
won’t return until Sunday. For what it’s worth my effort would have read ‘De
Weg Naar Meer Netto Binnenlands Geluk: Het Verkopen Van Onze Club’. I am ready
to receive the prize in absentia.
The main reason for
something in a language that our owner might understand is that surely the
focus going forward needs to be on the root cause of our problem. Ms Meire we
all know is in the wrong job and repeatedly brings our club into disrepute (and
that were there any element of self-awareness she would have resigned long
ago). Whatever nonsense and deception she spouts in the imminent Talksport expose
is ultimately meaningless as she lost any semblance of credibility many moons
ago. Our club is being slowly strangled because of the actions of our owner
(admittedly one of them being keeping Meire in place).
We welcomed him when
he bought our club but were quickly alienated by his actions and behaviour. We
were told at the time of the takeover that Duchatelet knew nothing about
football and all the evidence since supports that as he veered from one daft
strategy to the next, interfered in areas beyond his capabilities, and
apparently still takes advice from people whose ineptitude only serves to drive
away from our club capable (and honest) employees. Through this time there has been,
I think, a notable shift in his attitude towards us. The image of the
benevolent parent looking after his babies rather went out of the window with
his petulant rant. As in his eyes the blame for relegation can be laid squarely
at others’ doors, and as he is incapable of recognising his own failures, we
now have feigned indifference. ‘Ha, it is a little sad that the supporters of
Charlton are not capable of recognising and embracing my wisdom and vision (we
did tell them early on that they just had to accept how I did things), they now
don’t even seem to like me (strange, the same thing happened at Standard), so I
have to leave them in the naughty corner for a while as I am far too busy to
devote much time to educating them’.
We’ve shifted him to
indifferent/alienation. The only problem with this is that as long as the
regime can flog off a sufficient number of young players to cover losses he can
remain indifferent. We now have to shift him to believing that his net happiness
will be increased by getting shot of this troublesome club. It’s possible that
this will happen just through time and continued protest, or that something on
his own front might change his priorities. Just keep the faith, keep up the
pressure, and support CARD.
After the resounding
success of the joint march and flying pigs, we can’t hope for the same degree
of media coverage, even social media. But there will be some. Makes it all the
more important that there are no offensive banners, nothing to give regime
apologists any grounds to try to misrepresent the nature of the protests. I’ve
no doubts the vast majority of Addicks don’t need any sort of reminder on that
front, but in this post-referendum world perhaps you can’t be so sure, given
the continuing stream of vile bilge spewed out by the Daily Mail and Express.
Those rags bring shame on our country.
But I’m not going to
get into all of that, especially as I have a rather nice Lyon wine fair to
attend tonight. It will I hope make up for the ordeal that France put me though
getting here. I prefer the Eurostar/TGV to flying, as long as the price is
right, even though this does often mean a large element of Marne la Vallee
travellers. Just when you think you’ve got rid of them at Disneyworld of course
there’s another batch joining the train there to go home. No matter, I can
always divert myself with wine and a good book. My masterplan recently has been
to carry a corkscrew with me and when changing for the TGV at Lille buying a
reasonable bottle of red for the three-hour trip to Lyon, to arrive relaxed and
refreshed. I did notice last time around at Lille that the selection of wine at
the Relais was a bit thin but thought no more of it. This time around the shop
was closed. Merde. But no matter, I will just have to revert to the wine from
the buffet car. And after we pulled out there was the fateful announcement: ‘Due
to a strike by personnel we regret to inform you that the buffet will be closed
for all the journey. We apologise for any inconvenience caused. Desole.’ Or
words to that effect.
So tonight I have my
revenge. I shall sample everything I can and, unless something is truly
outstanding (or more likely unless I get so addled that the credit card comes
out irrespective), I shall, regrettably move on. Desole. I guess we just
shouldn’t expect perfection either side of the Channel, just enjoy the good
bits.