The Charlton Athletic 2015-2016 season will long be remembered, but for all the wrong reasons. Three managers, a toothless battle against relegation and continuing mass protests only tell a small part of the throughly depressing downfall of a famous old, once proud – now poisoned, football club in South East London.
The Duchâtelet regime has made the football club almost unrecognisable from the club I grew up supporting. The very thing that made Charlton Charlton has gone – the soul has been ripped away from the club and, unless there is radical change, is in very real danger of disappearing into the abyss for ever.
The miserable plight of Charlton has become increasingly well documented. The fallout from the Brighton match was well-covered by Football on Five, indeed both Chris Powell and Chris Iwelumo featured as guests; expressing their deep concern for the future of Charlton. Furthermore, a recent on-point and well articulated article by Barney Ronay in the Guardian highlighted the ignorant and arrogant destruction of Charlton by our classless and repugnant owner and CEO, Roland Duchâtelet and Katrien Meire.
However, despite the ongoing tragedy, Saturday was a day to be proud of and will be memorable for the right reasons. Yet again, CARD did a superb job in organising a mass protest in which an estimated 6000 people took part. There were banners, balloons and beachballs and the game became a mere sideshow as the fans made their incandescent feelings towards the hapless board known once more. Moreover, the accompanying Brighton fans were absolutely brilliant. Thousands joined in the protest before the game and during the match could be heard singing anti-Roland songs. Some even joined the after-match protest to huge ovation and appreciation from the Addicks faithful.
As it stands, unless things change, I hold no hope at all for next season; time and time again the regime has proved itself clueless and incompetent and this shows no sign of changing. There have been hopeful murmurs of Lennie Lawrence, Paul Elliot (and even David Beckham!); knights in white armour riding into SE7 to save us. However, until the Belgian contingent leave us the hell alone, I fear that next season may bring even darker times upon my beloved but beleaguered Charlton Athletic.