You wait all season for a defeat and then two come along within a week - and much like getting on the proverbial London Bus, they’re not great fun.

The die was cast at Fulham early on as we found ourselves two goals down within 12 minutes.

That slow beginning to the match was rather unlike us this term, but after a similar start at Bournemouth the previous weekend, we were chasing the game and never able to recover.

Unlike at Bournemouth, however, there was an excellent response in the second half which saw the Addicks dominate, although admittedly without really threatening the home side’s goal too often.

But it was encouraging nonetheless that Big Bad Bobby was able to rouse a reaction from his side at half-time. 

The third goal added on the break at the end was the inevitable collateral damage we risked by pushing forward and sending Andre Bikey up top to try and salvage anything from the game.

The Cottagers opened the scoring through a name/hate figure familiar to Charlton fans - Scott Parker.

Ten years has passed by since the midfield man’s lucrative move to Chelsea at a time when Charlton themselves were challenging for a European place (a real one, not the Europa League which is very much the Johnstone Paint Trophy of European football).

The reaction to Parker from a proportion of the sell-out 3,000 away end at Craven Cottage shows that ill-feeling still runs high amongst some Addicks fans. 

For me, these days I try to remember the good times.

When Parker did ply his trade in SE7, his drive, athleticism, stamina and skill were a joy to behold.

I’ll remember his goals against Southampton and Leeds, his running battle with Lee Bowyer in a fantastic game with West Ham at The Valley and his display against Chelsea that Boxing Day which, sadly in the long run, sealed his transfer to Stamford Bridge.

At the time, I was heartbroken when Parker left.

By coincidence a few weeks later I went on a school trip to Stamford Bridge which included a tour of the ground.

Like a spiteful scorned partner, I sought retribution as I created and printed off wanted posters with Parker’s face on it and secreted them around the home changing room.

I also hid all the newly printed Scott Parker shirts in the club shop behind those of less popular Chelsea players.

But time is a great healer and I feel it’s a shame that Parker never quite went on to have the career that I knew he could have - but we move on.

This weekend we face a familiar foe in Sheffield Wednesday before heading up to Elland Road to meet Leeds next Tuesday.

Recently, Sheffield Wednesday fans took a stand against ridiculous ticket prices being charged by Leeds and staged a mini boycott of their game there.

Just over a thousand Wednesdayites turned up, when normally for such a fixture you’d expect over 3,000 or so.

And following on from Wednesday’s display of protest, Charlton fans are going to go one step further.

I’m expecting a maximum of about 250 Addicks to make the trip.

I doff my hat to everyone of you joining in the protest - normally we’d expect to take at least 300 up there.

Seriously though, the prices are an abomination - £34 in advance to watch Championship football sends out completely the wrong message.

The normal fan, or one who may wish to take their family along with them, should not be priced out of the national game.

Interest in football will inevitably start to wane at this level and crowds will continue to drop over the years.

The only plus point about Tuesday’s game is that we will be wearing our slightly ghastly Tequila Sunrise kit, which is visible from space.

So even if you, validly, aren’t going to hand over an obscene amount of money to be put into the pay-off of the 1,000th manager Leeds have sacked this week, you might still be able to catch a glimpse of what is going on from south London anyway!

Come on you reds!