There should have been at least another 3 minutes added time and what about that shove on BWP in the box?

Still, at least we’ve kept the five point gap between us and the Wendies after Huddersfield fought back to draw at Hillsboro’. Shades of Dec 2009 when we faced Millwall?

I was proud to have been able to lead the minutes applause for a true gentleman and Charlton Legend, Peter Croker.

We interviewed his son’s Paul and David for Charlton Live. They spoke so warmly about their father, it really was great to speak to them. They were both saying what a humble man he was.

They brought in clippings from papers and letters from Jimmy Seed to their father. A complete world away from modern football. One thing they did say was how much their father rated Chris Powell.

The cherry on the top was when they produced their fathers FA cup winners medal. Have to say that Terry, Pete and me were like kids in a candy store.

It was an honour to hold that medal.

Oh and the less said about halftime the better. OK?

Still, good excuse to put the new toy to test.

Suddenly the clouds have lifted over the Valley and for the first time in probably five years we have a reason to feel optimistic. Charlton fans have a reason to smile again. One of our heroes has returned.

I hope that fans are patient though. Not expecting miracles and the team to go and thrash the opposition by six or seven goals. Certainly not expecting champagne football week in week out.

We know the squad we have is capable of great things in this league, look at the aways games against Peterborough and Swindon. However we’ve yet to see that form at home.

Sitting and reflecting on todays events it’s kind of like how I felt after we beat Ipswich in the play-offs all those years ago. Excited, proud but that feeling of a little knot in the stomach, we’re almost there.

Patience is the key.

Some of you will know that I like to Tweet. Twitter is fast becoming the easiest way of communicating amongst the Addick faithful. Last night we started talking about music. In fact it was all Paul Benson’s fault. Someone had seen his “Addicks FM” selection on Charlton Player. Not the worst one we’ve had it must be said. Somehow the banter got round to what was your first record.

So what was yours? Mine and please remember that I was four years old at the time was Grandad, by Clive Dunn. To this day I cannot explain why I liked it, why I had to have it and why I went with my Dad to a record shop in Plumstead to buy it. I can say that it certainly wasn’t for the B-side “I play the spoons”. It made me think about my musical taste, how was it influenced and why I like certain genre’s, hating others.

My early musical choices were rather bad, in fact they were damn awful. I remember buying some serious cheese. Some of the worst offenders purchased were C.W.Macall, The Wombles and, the shame of it, Terry Wogan.

Like most kids, we grow up listening to the music played by our parents. I’m afraid that I grew up listening to Joe Loss, Glenn Miller, James Last, Shirley Bassey and other assorted big bands. Luckily I was saved by my cousins and their cast offs.

I was about six when I was given my own record player as a christmas present. Somehow I managed to end up with hundreds of assorted 45′s from my cousins. An eclectic selection from early Bowie, yes it was the Laughing Gnome, to the Beatles. I used to spend hours listening to the music.

Somehow I missed out on Punk, I was just that bit too young. When my peers at school were getting into Madness, the Specials and the whole 2 tone scene I was buying music from Queen and ELO. Pretty mainstream stuff, not very rebellious.

As I got older I started to appreciate and get into the Electronic genre, music from Kraftwerk, Jarre, Ultravox, Visage etc. But somehow didn’t embrace the culture that went with it. That’s probably down to having fairly strict parents. I still kick myself that I didn’t rebel.

As a parent myself I can now appreciate how lucky my parents were, I may have been a lippy so and so, but I towed the line. My eldest is gradually finding his feet and his voice. As anyone with a pre-pubescent child knows it can be a little fraught at times. The one thing that consoles me is that he has finally discovered music and what a chip off the old block he is too!

He’s grabbed my old MP3 player and rammed it full of music from his Dad’s collection. For Christmas he wanted the Beatles back catalogue. He’s forever playing Abbey Road. He went out in the Holidays and bought a couple of Muse albums, even though I already had them. My proudest moment was when he came in to tell me that Pink Floyd were awesome and that The Great Gig was his favourite track. It must be down to me then. It must be down to the times he spent in the car with me listening to my pretty loud taste.

So that still doesn’t answer how I got my taste. If I had taken after my Dad, I would be stuck in the 1940′s listening to the big band sound.

I’ll probably never know and to tell you the truth I don’t really care, I like what I like and that’s what makes me who I am!

Lennie Lawrence being interviewed by Pete and Terry for Charlton Live

The team had also hoped to interview Robert Lee, but traffic problems around the Valley meant he only got to the ground shortly before kick-off.

Hopefully we’ll have some news soon about another exiting development for the show.

Thanks to everyone who has provided feedback, overwhelmingly positive it has to be said.

First, it’s so bad it is utterly brilliant. A reworking of the 1980 classic (sic) D-I-S-C-O. Trust me, it’s catchy.

So that was quirky, now for something not so quirky. Sorry this is a bit of a stinker.

It’s not a bad song, not a football chant by any means, but better than 95% of the other dross out there.

No idea what the band are up to these days their website doesn’t really tell you much!

Tomorrow – Proof that there really are some stinkers out there!

When it’s world cup time it’s amazing how many people crawl out of the woodwork with songs supporting England’s bid to go all the way and win that damn trophy.

Some are good, some are bad and some are, well, truly awful.

This is a good attempt – Young Stanley. Good song, but not upbeat enough in my opinion to be a terrace anthem like Three Lions.

The greatest game ever at Wembley, the emotions of a rollercoaster ride like no other. Tears, songs, cheers and about 37000 lost voices across the southern part of England. For some strange reason I was let loose with a microphone and wandered onto the Wembley pitch to proclaim that it was our year, our destiny to win. Cue 38000 Mackems booing and questioning my parentage. One of those surreal, you had to be there moments. As Charlie Connelly said this afternoon in a tweet, the Big Loon was on the pitch. Pity this is the only photo I’ve ever seen. Never mind I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

So as a treat, head on over to the Valley Sounds page and there you will find four separate MP3 files from the fantastic commentary provided by Mark Mansfield and Colin Powell on Millennium 106.8fm.

Enjoy them and make sure you have some tissues handy to wipe away those tears. I guarantee you WILL well up!