Blackheath Addick

I’ll plead guilty to any charge of dereliction of duty. Instead of dashing back home after the final whistle (perhaps with some leeway to st...

It does indeed seem that life for us Addicks bloggers is set to get more complicated this season – and Sir Chris has to take the blame. Thro...

In years to come there will be a trivia question cropping up in what by then passes as a sports or social anthropology quiz show: ‘what was ...

Ah, back at last to the bliss of football that matters. The traditional curtain-raiser may not exactly set the pulses racing, but it’s proba...

It was not to be. No double promotion celebration, but for Lyon Duchere, my adopted French team, it was a season of good progress, another s...

One problem ahead of another season, or any tournament, usually involves managing expectations (given that our club is by a distance the fin...

It feels like we’re in a transition period, perhaps the twilight zone. The reflected glory’s still there – and being prolonged by some splen...