HOW MUCH FOR A CARLING?!

The Good Stuff is Evil

I do my best to get to as many away games as I can. I mean it’s a bit expensive for your average skint student type to go to every away game. Nothing touches this manly frame that ain’t 100% pure silk and Hugo Boss threads cost serious dollar. Don’t start me on the exorbitant fuel costs for the limo either. Scandalous I tell thee. Scandalous.

So whilst Luton tomorrow night in the Carling Cup is merely up the road in the grand scheme of footballing away days for this Bromley Boy, fuck me if the tickets aren’t a little on the pricey side. £21.50 for a Carling Cup game on a Tuesday night means we should be taking one man and his dog to Kenilworth Road. Hey one man and his dog at Kenilworth Road. Good one liner that. But who is going to fork out that for a cup fixture that not too many fans really give a flying one for a week after Norwich on Tuesday and Leicester on Saturday. Luton might have financial problems, after all the club charge on average £22.00 for seats for their League games which seems expensive for a League One side considering Charlton were charging that for Premiership Football.

So will North Stand Addick be seen at Luton tomorrow night? Well to be honest I doubt it. I ain’t forking that out when I can go to Coventry for £1 extra and watch a game that might have some relevance on the future league status of my club. Plus I’m missing Sloth so might go and see him give his managerial David Brent impersonation on the touch line. Amazing that he was able to hold down a career as a centre forward and star in the Goonies at the same time really. No more impressive than the bloke that owns Man City starring as that evil Gestapo geezer in Raiders of the Lost Ark though. How come he was in the Gestapo anyway? Hardly an Aryan? Maybe they had an exchange programme with that lot from Tora! Tora! Tora! They were allies so that seems feasible. No less feasible than the German Army attempting to recover the Lost Ark of the Covenant from the middle of Egypt in 1936. Madness.

By the way did I mention that the Pistols are reforming for a few shows? Fucking result that! Saw them at Palace but you can never have enough of the Lydon even if he is a gooner. Now that’s worth forking out some filthy lucre on, not watching the couldn’t care less cup. Now if Faith No More reform I’ll be laughing. Never happen though.

But £21.50 for a Carling? Think I’ll stick to Cobra thanks mate!

FOX HUNTING. CHARLTON ATHLETIC 2 - 0 LEICESTER CITY

Christ! Back to back wins with another clean sheet! We’re turning into AC Milan!

Now I’ll be honest. I like Leicester. Decent club with a decent fan base, barring one or two pricks that I’ll discuss later, and a decent history. That little Irish bloke with the glasses was good. Made a name for himself in fact with the creation of a hard working side that was reasonable to watch. Won the League Cup on two separate occasions, which you can only admire even if the League Cup is somewhat two bob. Still he was my choice for England manager not that he ever had a snowballs chance of getting the appointment on account of him being too outspoken.
But with martin O’Neill’s departure came the arrival of football’s answer to Richard Ramirez. Now whilst Ramirez raped his victims then robbed them of cash, Taylor decided to do the robbing before he raped them. Peter Taylor cost Leicester Football Club a frankly staggering £23 million and their place in the Premiership. Perhaps the writing was on the wall when O’Neill left. But what Taylor did to Leicester was staggering. £5 million for Ade Akinbiyi was bad business. £1.6 million for Dennis Wise was fucking insane considering he was pushing 35 and an established cunt that was inclined to decimate whatever harmony existed at the club.
So history lesson aside, Leicester are a decent enough side that have been cruelly treated by fate really. Let’s hope for their sake that Mandaric doesn’t prove to be an addition to the list of people that have done the club over. Sacking Allen was idiotic. I’m not convinced that hiring Megson was much better to be honest.

The match between a Charlton side high on confidence and a Leicester side that have had an uneven start to the season was one sided. Leicester were shit pure and simple. Little or no incisiveness, lacklustre defence and worst of all, Carl Cort who looks a shadow of the player he did at the Dons. Megson needs more than a nice suit to convince people he has the managerial skill to get Leicester anywhere besides mid table. That was a damn nice suit though. Wonder if he’s related to Steve McClaren? Similar style in mens fashions and both capable of standing for long periods of time on the touchline doing nothing besides the obligatory push up gesture every five minutes. Christ I could do that blindfolded. Literally. So basically we were very decent whilst Leicester were very shit. They have one or two talented pro’s namely Ian Hume, who looked threatening on occasion, but the rest were lacklustre. Charlton were knocking it around the pitch well, Reid was good, Mills was outstanding even though I still refuse to cheer the bloke for the moment, and Iwelumo and Varney are starting to look like genuine class in this division. Still reckon neither of them are 20+ a season strikers but both are nonetheless more than good enough so long as the midfield gets in on the goals.
No complaints from me. Though the sight of Leicester fans getting hauled out of the ground by the scruff of their neck was amusing. Seemingly a bunch of them either decided to have a punch up between themselves in the corner by the screen or were anxious to be decimated by the Metropolitan Police. Newsflash. The day of the firm is over you fucking morons. Guess the message hasn’t sunk in yet though.
I’m sure PC Woods will be willing to educate them.

WHAT A MONTH THAT WAS

Amazing how a few results can change so much isn’t it ? Drawing at home to Scunthorpe and getting done away at Stoke doesn’t seem so bad now. We can put that down to blooding a new team . Yeah that’s a good enough excuse . We were blooding a new team .
But now we’re starting to look decent . Todorov in the 44th was nice for a start even though I did miss the fucking game for an afternoon in Lakeside with the missus . Disgraceful . But so much for the promises of us getting a good kicking . No one was there for one thing . The Palace faithful filled 15’000 of their 26’000 seater stadium . You can’t blame them though can you ? I mean we’re not rivals are we ? Nah of course we’re not . Charlton are too big a club to have a rivalry with a team who counts a bunch of shirt lifters based at an athletics track as their biggest foe . The fact we beat them each time we play them seems not to matter much either . Good for them .

So 18’000 turned out to watch the game . Guess everyone else had decided to do some shopping in House of Fraser too . I mean there are some fantastic deals on interior soft furnishings to be had . You can get them in Ikea too by the way . That’s down the road from Selhurst isn’t it ?
Still you can never have enough fur rugs . Who can blame them for not wanting to go .

So we won and Todorov became the new darling of the Charlton faithful who were calling him a big cunt for the first three matches of his career with us . Does life get better than that ? Fuck yes it does ! Marcus bent goes on loan to Wigan and Amady Faye fucks off to my Rangers . Hmm . That’s about 400 and 800 miles further north respectively isn’t it ? Still the fact that the Gers go down 4-2 to Hearts the moment the Senegalese answer to footballing arsenic arrives is purely coincidental I’m sure . Since Marcus will be closer to the cast of Hollyoaks it’s decent business from start to finish for everyone . Wonderful . Well aside from Faye whose gone to the one other team aside from Napoli I give a genuine flying one for . There goes that title challenge .

The 2-2 draw at Colchester was interesting . Lisbie scored which takes his career tally to about 30 in ten years . That’s the sort of goal scoring that can get you a promoted by anyone’s estimation . I wasn’t heart broken when we released him . Dancing around the room with delight is one way of describing it . He’s not shit but he’s not a centre forward . Talented but not mentally cut out for football me thinks .
So then we have Norwich kicking off at 8pm . Too fucking late it might be but what a game ! Norwich were on the back foot for most of it but it was without a doubt one of the better games I’ve seen at the Valley in the last few years . We dominated; they were shit; Dion Dublin is still their best player and we deserved to win . No doubt . Nice to see Izale come on and cause trouble to create two penalties . Even better to see Monty Panesar refereeing . What a multi talented pro . The fact I wasn’t sat on my fucking own for once was a welcome change with the addition of 2P’s and Murph . Expert footballing knowledge and cutting edge insights . We provided none of that . But numerous chants of boo-urns and a mention to Marco Boogers cannot be knocked .

Leicester tomorrow .

OWLS THAT? CHARLTON 3 - 2 SHEFFIELD WEDNESDAY

Don’t I just miss all the fun?

Now whilst the Reading Festival was all kinds of frolics, seeing us come from 2-0 down to beat the Owls would have been fantastic, not to mention the sight of Deon ‘Pow Pow’ Burton. Missing our second home game of the season (in the League at least), was a pain in the proverbial, but at least the result was decent. But let’s not kid ourselves we should be beating teams like Sheff. Wed without them scoring twice and making us look like total and utter mugs for 45 minutes.

The star of the show was, according to all accounts, Big Chris Iwelumo, whose just about starting to look like a genuine threat, our most convincing one in fact. He’s big and tough as nails, an essential element in a division where people will kick lumps out of us for fun. We’re looking for a new star, or I suppose to be more specific a new Darren Bent. The defence is of course the main element of concern though. We need to get that sorted out first and foremost, otherwise we’re down here for another season.

UGLY AND THE BEAST. STOKE 2 - 1 CHARLTON.

There be Gremlins in the works. First of all the big screen at the Valley is on the blink, and now it seems that even the Sky TV in Bartram’s is suffering from post-relegation burnout after a series of cut-outs during the Stoke game. Has relegation cost cutting meant we can’t afford to renew the warranties on our big screen electrical gadgets? What next? Floodlight failure?
Bartram’s was bustling for the Stoke game. Unable to make the game in person, and with the missus in tow, I headed for SE7 to watch the game on the big screen; the next best thing. I’m starting to wonder whether I should have even bothered doing that, and I’m not talking about the set top box trouble which made the screen cut out and freeze half a dozen times.

Stoke are a good side, the Britannia Stadium intimidating. Stoke manager Tony Pullis has put together a tough, physical side that is perfect for scrapping to get back into and win games, and doggedly defending even the narrowest of leads. Be warned, head up there and expect to play a cultured passing game, and you’ll be liable to get roughed up, beaten senseless, and lose. With people like Liam Lawrence, Rory Delap, Dominic Matteo, Clint Hill and Ricardo Fuller, you’re in for a rough ride. Into this maelstrom of heated football, we unleashed a midfield that included Darren Ambrose. We were doomed from the start.

Now I’m somewhat loathe to repeat the same old litany of errors we made. It’s far easier to sum up the side, and our style of play, like this. We’re playing mediocre Premiership Football in the Championship, and that’s the biggest criticism that is possible to bestow on us.
For starters, there is utterly nothing direct and purposeful about our style of play. Yeah, we’ll win a possession-rate competition, but when it comes to getting the ball into areas where we look threatening, there’s fuck all there. When Andy Reid managed to deflect a free-kick off Jonathan Fortune to take the lead, we were lucky. There was nothing lucky about Stokes equalizer barely minutes later; a brilliantly taken right footed shot from Ricardo Fuller from outside the area which left Weaver with no chance, and the rest of the team clueless, and those of us in Bartram’s with that familiar sinking feeling.
Now please step up please, Stoke substitute Jonathan Parkin.

Now Alan Shearer he is not. Parkin, a man mountain of a centre-forward is nicknamed ‘The Beast’ for a reason; it’s because he’s a walking human rights violation standing at 6ft 4’ and full of muscle. When he put the ball through substitute Paddy McCarthy’s legs after only minutes of coming on, powered his way into the penalty area and scored into the bottom right hand corner past Nicky Weaver however, you got a first class lesson of what a big, brick shit house target man is when he gets proper delivery, and proper support. Route one football.
Parkin was signed for Stoke for mere peanuts, around £275’000. But he’s exactly the sort of substitute, and dare I say it exactly the sort of centre forward you want to batter your way out of this division, and use as a foil for a natural finisher, which Stoke luckily don’t really have. And here in is the lesson. Charlton, for all the errors of the past, need to learn that to not only win but to survive in this division you have to get your sleeves up and work hard, being physical and dogged.

At the moment we’re simply not doing that.

Charlton are slow at releasing the ball, giving it to wingers who can’t cross let alone get the ball airborne. Sam is a fast, mobile winger with excellent technique for this division. But my five year old sister could get it further off the ground than him, and even when he does play it onto the box, there’s nobody there. Ambrose again bottled half of the 50/50 balls yesterday and looked like a total non-entity, whilst Reid and Semedo both looked solid, if unspectacular. At least in the middle of the park we look better than we have done for a while. Losing Yassin however, is a sizeable blow. He’s different class.

If getting the ball in the air to our forwards is the best policy, there is little doubt that we need to get it onto the head of Big Chris Iwelumo. He’s a huge, powerful bloke, better on the ball than Parkin and other target men in this division, and I’ll stick my neck out on the line to say that he’ll be our best centre forward by the end of the season. He simply wins everything in the air. The trouble is that there’s no one there to pick up the knock ons. Bent’s positioning is terrible, he’s rarely anywhere near him to take advantage of the space he creates, whilst Izale McLeod is being played far too deep, acting as almost an attacking midfielder. Whilst he’s best coming from deep, I don’t think anyone means from besides Semedo. Get him further up field, hovering off Iwelumo, and he will score goals. Bent, for all the talk of him being our main man, just doesn’t have it in him.

There are however reasons to be somewhat cheerful about the Stoke debacle. For starters, we played fairly well in spurts, but again that was at keeping possession, not playing it forward into dangerous areas quick enough. Thomas looks dangerous, whilst Bougherra and Fortune show increasing signs of being a very solid central pairing at this level.
On a final note, a big ‘thank you’ to all those who made the trip up to the game. You did us proud; especially the likes of away regulars like Ricey who are a credit to the club week in week out with their support all over the country.
The team should look to them for some inspiration.

SWINGS AND MAGIC ROUNDABOUTS. SWINDON 0 - 2 CHARLTON.

The AA route planner might have worked out that the trip to Swindon would take 2 hours and 5 minutes, but it had failed to take into consideration a number of crucial human variables, the main one being Human Error. Not me of course, I’m to driving what Carmen San Diego was to wearing a hat and not getting cornered. Instead I refer to the tit that closed Junction Nine of the M25 for over an hour after jack knifing his articulated and unloading several dozen gallons of diesel across the tarmac. I hope he was fine, but it put a serious spanner in the works as far as timing went. Have no fear though, for when Junction Nine was re-opened all looked to be well and good, until someone in a Mini crashed and closed off Junction Ten for another half an hour.

Fucking magnificent.

We arrived in Swindon at 7:30pm, navigated the driving nightmare that is the Magic Roundabout, someone’s idea of a joke which seems to have killed more people per square metre than German Machine Gunners on the Somme, and park the Saxo up in the Stadium Car Park five minutes into the game.
Good going.

For those that haven’t been there before, the County Ground is fairly old, a bit run down, and for those reasons is a bloody awesome football stadium. I’ve been there six times now, and every time I’ve had fun. The stands are run down, old concrete and faded red plastic seats with thick red paint daubed on the ticket offices and burger bars to somehow overcompensate for the overall drabness. The floodlights stand out, towering over the Town End and Arkell’s Stand, and silhouetting the tower block that loomed over the Nationwide Stand, black storm clouds and all. Behind where we were standing, the giant scoreboard sat next to the Rolex Clock, which is the sole one in the world at a football ground.
It’s all a bit broken up and dilapidated. But when it had terracing, the stadium must have been immense with 30’000 people inside. As it was, the Town fans gave a good account of themselves in the Town End to our left and we returned the service. Estimated crowd size, 5000, perhaps a little more.

The theme of a run down stadium in need of attention mirrors Charlton on the pitch at the moment, that despite concerted renovation work still look to be well short of meeting minimum requirements from the foundations up. A structural collapse is, however, perhaps not on the cards. Charlton, handing a debut to Izale McLeod and a first start of the season to Jonathan Fortune, lacked genuine penetration. Sam continues to impress, incisive and solid on the ball, but around him something ain’t right. Reid was good, Semedo solid, but Ambrose is still a monumental tart when it comes to fighting to win a game, and in the first half was non existent. Meanwhile the partnership of Izale McLeod and Marcus Bent looked full of pace and power, but more inclined to run with the ball wide than ever get in the box, which is bizarre for two strikers. There’s not enough directness.
Half-Time. 0-0.

We came out looking like a different team after the break though. Reid got more involved, and when Ambrose latched on to a knock down from Marcus Bent and made it 1-0, we were rolling. Swindon, for their part, went to bits, and when we were awarded a Pen. when Reid converted, albeit after a retake, it was all over. Subs were made, Iwelumo for Bent being the best, and from there on in it was cruise control. Charlton won 2-0, the four hour hold up on the M25 was worth it.

So what did we learn?
Well we learned that Swindon, for all their battling, are more or less awful. We learned that Ambrose still needs to earn his place in the side, and we learned, again, that terracing at least in some form has to return to stadiums even if it’s at a lower level just to bring back some fun at games. It’d lower ticket prices and increase people through the turnstiles too.

Also whoever the Charlton fan was in the Volkswagon Golf V6 that burned me on the M4 doing 110mph, I salute thee.

NEW SEASON . SAME OLD STORY ?

I love the start of the new season.

After the nightmare that was 06/07, the Hell that was Iain Dowie’s tenure as boss, the good intentioned but clueless reign of Les Reed to the so close but no cigar efforts of Alan Pardew to avoid the drop, I was looking forward to a new season optimistic of what the future held. After all, Pardew has a solid record in the fizz, and we’d made some solid signings that looked to be more than able to hold their own.
The weather was beautiful, sun out with clear blue skies. The drinks in the Bugle tasted all the better for it. I was in a good mood; I’d spent 48hrs with the girlfriend without mentioning football and incurring a right hook in the teeth, I was having the girlfriend and a few mates around that evening at mine for a Barbeque, Budweiser’s and a swim in the pool (now that’s pretentious folks), where football discussion was tolerated, plus I could watch MoTD without that sinking feeling watching Charlton getting cuffed. I’ll add right now that I’m not such an idiot that I hadn’t considered losing to the ‘Iron’, the illustrious Scunthorpe United, which would have been as sure-fire a means of sticking a bullet straight in the head of the good times as could have been imagined. But the chances seemed slim. We were going to win. I’m pessimistic and made out we’d have trouble, but no. A win was on the cards.

Now whilst things didn’t turn out as bad as I’d first imagined, or feared, I left the North at 4:45pm, fucked off to Hell and back. Charlton, for all their talk of a promotion push, had drawn 1-1 with Scunthorpe.

It’s not the end of the world of course. Scunthorpe, despite the somewhat arrogant sneers of a few that thought that we would exterminate them, were a solid if man-for-man untalented side that gave 100% commitment, worked as a team, and if in doubt, kicked the living shit out of their opponents. It doesn’t look nice, but it’s effective. Scunthorpe miss Sharp and could struggle due to the absence of a genuine threat upfront, but work as hard as that week in, week out, and Scunthorpe will be safe at the end of the season. Their keeper is also a real talent. I’ll avoid the familiar rant about the ref and the linesman, although both of them were fucking weak even when compared to the otherwise poor standard of other Championship referee’s.
That aside, Charlton dominated the game and should have won. The midfield, which on closer inspection is a little bit patch worked, did well. Sam was a revelation, his skill on the ball and pace a real handful for Scunthorpe, whilst Reid looked out of sorts bar an exceptional free kick that hit the bar. He still looks different class for the Division, but he’s no Captain. His performance was better than Ambrose, who for vast parts of the match looked disinterested, though he’s getting better at not shitting himself and losing the ball the moment someone sticks the boot in on him. He even managed to dive in to win the ball back from Goodwin in the second half, which seemed to amaze Reid so much he lost the ball when the ex-Stockport defender/midfielder botched his clearance. The anchor in midfield was Semedo, who looked alright, though there was some God awful indecision between him and the back four which almost let in Kevan Hurst, though Weaver scrambled his shot clear. Elsewhere on the park, Yassin looks the absolute business at right back. Calm and collected on the ball, remains on his feet and doesn’t dive in, and a sublime bit of skill (a flick with the outside of his boot) left one of Scunthorpe’s forwards/wingers for dust. Bougherra and McCarthy looked solid enough, though Paddy has a few question marks hanging over his head with some of his positioning and lapses in concentration, whilst Weaver’s gimmick of being unable to catch a fucking ball is going to get us trouble sooner or later; I’m dreading him facing a good striker that can finish in the 6 Yard box to pick up on his rebounds.

Their equalizer was frustrating; but it was a proper bullet header from Iriekpen (ex-West Ham Youth). Pardew would have been proud.

It’s upfront where the real problem is. Marcus Bent ain’t good enough. He gets drawn into daft areas where he tries to shoot at idiotic angles. His work rate was better, and whilst he looked a bit better than the fucking clueless flump that looked so out of it last season, I’m still not convinced. He did force a superb save out of Joe Murphy in the first half (one of a number of top drawer saves), but it’s not good enough for £2.5 million worth of striker.
Todorov on the other hand has suffered from his various leg injuries. He’s alright, good first touch and he’s still got a cracking shot on him, but he’s not what he once was. The subs looked a lot better; in particular Iwelumo who was a real handful that perhaps should have started. Even so, we weren’t direct enough with him. He’s a monster in the air. McLeod was promising, though he didn’t really have a chance to use his pace properly. He’s technically very good, but he’s going to have to be given more help from midfield and in particular his strike partner (Iwelumo), in stretching opposition defences, as it was they’d well and truly closed up shop by the time he came on.

So whilst I didn’t see us win, I didn’t see us lose either. Perhaps the real test was that the walk back up Charlton Church Lane didn’t feel like the Bataan Death March like it did last season. That alone is encouraging. See you at Swindon.

OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW

The over-all turnover in terms of faces in and out of the club since relegation from the Premier League at the end of the 06/07 season has been substantive. The clubs highest earners have all cleared off, most of them past their prime like Herman Hreidarsson, rumoured to have been on a £33’000 p/w deal which made him the most well paid ‘star’ at the club. That’s serious dinero, and even more cash than we lined Hasselbainks wallet with, though at least Herman had a case for claiming he earned his crust. Whilst Hasselbaink and Hreidarsson (along with El Karkouri, Hughes and Kishishev), left on frees, the club managed to get fees, somehow, for Dennis Rommedahl, who Ajax have decided to subject themselves too on a 4YR contract whilst giving us £675’000 in return, and Luke Young who left to join Middlesboro in a £2.5m deal. That isn’t bad considering he’s going to be a constant sick note for the rest of his career with his knees, and ‘Boro are going to need a Hell of a lot more than him to survive next season.
The big transfer news was the loss of Darren Bent to Tottenham for an estimated £16.5m, which is fantastic business for Charlton even if we have lost our best striker. I’m not convinced Darren’s worth that, though to be fair I’m not convinced ANYONE is worth such a ridiculous amount. We’ll miss him, he was one of the few things about the club that offered a glimmer of light for the last two seasons, but he leaves with the blessing of the fans who understand that a move to Tottenham offers him a chance to be at a ‘fashionable’ club that will gain him better media attention, and thus a chance to further his England ambitions. I don’t think he’s the next big thing for England, he’ll never be World Class, but he deserves a run in the first team to show what he can do.
The loss of Diawara for £2.6m to Bordeaux was a transfer that a few of us had expected, even though it caused considerable anger amongst the Charlton faithful just a week before the start of the new season. He’s either loved or hated, there doesn’t seem to be much middle ground, though the general consensus seems to be the side was better with him in it, something I’m not altogether convinced about. His alleged comments to the French media about his ‘English nightmare’ combined with his off the field activities and the transfer demands which resulted in selling him at a £1 million loss after 23 games doesn’t endear him to me much more than his half arsed performances on the field did. He was over rated, never worth the fee we were dumb enough to fork out for him, and to be honest I’m glad he’s fucked off.
Shame he couldn’t have taken the other Senegalese mug with him who, whilst I still maintain was decent for Portsmouth, is one of the worst ‘tough tackling holding midfielders’ I’ve ever seen.

Out with the old, in with the new, and the new signings that have come in look a mixed bag. There’s undoubted talent there, in particular French U 21 star Yassin Moutaouakil who looks different class as our new right full back. Chris Iwelumo, signed on a free from Colchester, looks a powerful centre forward that will cause trouble for opposition defences with his size and work rate, whilst Izale Mcleod is a brilliant signing for £1.5m; fast, good on the ball, and lethal from either inside or outside the box with his right foot. It’s going to take a while for him to settle, but he’ll be a star for us if we give him the time to adjust. The return of Chris Powell, even at the full moon of his career was a good move; we should never have let him go to begin with. The rest are more of a mixed bag.
Luke Varney is technically very solid, he has decent pace on the ball and seems to be fairly intelligent, but he’s not a natural finisher and £2.5m is a lot of bread for him. Nicky Weaver on a free was good business, and he’d be a goalkeeper of real quality if he could actually catch a ball properly. Svetoslav Todorov was well worth a look on a one year deal, and whilst early indications show he still has a sublime finish, leg injuries have affected his movement and his movement off the ball has been affected, which is a shame as he was a class act for Portsmouth. Paddy McCarthy looks an interesting signing; has all the physical attributes to be a class act for us, but his decision making looks to be dreadful. That can be improved in time. As for the rest; Jose Semedo looks alright, whilst Dean Sinclair, signed for £125’000 from Barnet looks to have a bright future. I know a few people who have connections with the North-West London side who know a lot about him, and according to them he’s absolute class. Fingers crossed.

Roll on the start of the season.