Life, Love and CAFC.....Part One

I remember a time when Life, Love and CAFC meant all the same! Being young and single meant living and loving Charlton Athletic. I lived for matches. I loved the team (good and bad) and worked to pay to go matches both home and away. I followed them wherever I could, whenever I could. Any method of transport as long as I could get there.

I then met someone, converted him to Charlton and we got season tickets. Travelled the country taking in all 92 grounds. Watched Charlton leave The Valley. Went to Selhurst and Upton Park. Came back to The Valley and then we split up. I stayed watching Charlton, going to Wembley in 1998, getting a season ticket for the Premiership and looking forward to being single and the love of my life being CAFC.

Twenty odd years on from the young, single girl my Life, Love and CAFC are completely different. Life is no longer based in south east London, it's now Liverpool. Love is now my husband of 7 years. And CAFC? Well I still love them through good and bad but I don't get to see them as much as I would like. Comes of having teenage stepchildren I guess.

Now I get to the odd game but follow the reds mainly through CAFC Player and the internet. I may not know all the players by sight, but I know who they are. I may live in a city where you're either a red or a blue but I have no real interest in the teams up here except to know whether or not hubby is happy with the LFC result. I may bump into the odd Liverpool player in Tescos but I'd rather bump into Paul Benson when doing the weekly shop - and no I wouldn't stalk him! In short I'm an exiled Addick, happy to be that way because I'm happy here in Liverpool but more about that another time.