Charlton 1-2 Middlesbrough
Proper reports: cafc.co.uk, BBC Sport.
A beautiful autumn's afternoon - a reminder the clocks go back tonight and we won't be seeing any more evening sunshine of these for a few months. But where will Charlton be the next time it's light at the final whistle? Boro were hardly the best side to come to The Valley, but left with all the points after another ineffectual game for the Addicks. "Cheer up, 'cos we're going down!" I heard some merry soul sing as he walked into the Conservative Club.
Boro's first goal came from a Kiely cock-up, Stuart Downing stealing a weak kick from goal, with the ball finding its way ti Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink for what was, then, an undeserved lead. We'd been good at possession until then, with Jerome Thomas impressing for his second first-team start in a row. The problem was, we couldn't do anything with the ball.
The goal knocked the stuffing out of us, and Boro descended into the cheating, diving game we all know and love, George Boetang's antics guaranteeing him a place in the Christmas panto season. Mark Halsey only deemed the first half to be worthy of two minutes' injury time - perhaps Arsene Wenger had been on the phone from Highbury.
We started the second-half brighter - with Jonatan Johansson scoring a beauty after 46 minutes. From one of the strangers next to me: "Curbs must have given them a bollocking at half-time - why doesn't he just give them a bollocking before the game instead?" But we couldn't take advantage, and Mark Viduka's tumble outside the box provided ample distraction for Zenden to chip a winner over Dean Kiely.
The game ended as it started, Thomas substituted to a standing ovation for Konchesky, and Murphy on for Kishishev for what must have been his worst-ever game in England. We camped out in the Boro box, but barely had the wits about us to shoot. Lisbie was booed when he came on for Shaun Bartlett - and lived down to expectations with a wretched performance. Three points to the Boro - and next week's game at Spurs becomes very worrying indeed.
Right, let's get this out of the way.
My first-ever trip to Anfield, and apart from my usual sad excitement about being a football tourist (aren't the Shankly gates smaller than you'd expect?) there wasn't much to take home that was satisfying. A 2-0 defeat which, thanks to some resolute defending and wasteful Scouse shooting, could have been the Bolton and Manchester City humiliations all over again. And then some.
Just like all the pundits said, the key to breaking down Liverpool is disrupting their passing game. We lost the energy to do that in the second half, and were punished for it. Danny Murphy continues to improve in midfield, Chris Perry was fantastic, but once again Dennis Rommedahl is bottom of the class - taken off for being so off the pace, if he'd been allowed to continue, he'd have wandered over to Goodison Park instead.


Well, what a load of crap that was. Coming home, the horrible weather had resulted in a huge end-to-end rainbow over Charlton, with one end planted firmly inside The Valley. If God's a Gooner, he's got a horrible sense of humour.
Second half, and as soon as Thierry Henry was allowed to back-heel the ball past Deano for Arsenal's second, we fell apart like a matchstick house. Perhaps it was time for the pace of Dennis Rommedahl, or the steadying midfield influence of Matt Holland? Not for Alan Curbishley, and the minutes agonisingly passed by as we were outclassed by Arsenal, who moved from third into second gear without ever really breaking sweat. You could see invention coming from Danny Murphy - you could smell the fear from everyone else.
Something had to give - and it did. The heavens opened, drenching the front of the Clock End. I "watched" the third goal from behind a pillar in the upper tier of the Clock End and the Gooners rising for their fourth signalled time to leave. If they were good goals, I couldn't tell you, as like Mr Wenger, I saw nothing. Even if we were to mount a comeback, I wasn't going to get pneumonia watching it in Arsenal's £33-a-ticket tip. I'm never one to leave early normally, but with that scoreline in that weather, anywhere was better than Highbury.
While
As you can't have failed to have heard by now, Millwall's European adventure came very close to ending in tragedy last night. As it was two fans remain in a Budapest hospital, and will be in there for a few days yet. I'm sure all our thoughts are with them and their families for a swift recovery.
As ever, you can't tell this to a Millwall fan. I spent today with one eye on Millwall's Rivals.net board, never a place for the most open-minded discussion, but a good one to take the temperature. Lots of shock, sympathy from other fans.




