Half-time on Tuesday evening was one of my lowest moments at The Valley in years.

It was the strangest feeling - I was beyond anger.

I’ve been angry and frustrated at poor performances plenty of times in the past. 

But this was different. Like I say, I was beyond anger. I felt genuinely upset with what I had seen, almost tearful.

I was assisting with commentating for the visually impaired within the ground and had to stop midway through a sentence describing what I had seen as I was choking up.

No bones about it, the first half was atrocious – appalling, humiliating, soul destroying.

We’ve all seen that sort of turgid display, albeit rarely that pathetic, on numerous occasions throughout the years.

But this time was different. 

That first half on Tuesday night felt like the culmination of everything I despise about this era for the club.

And judging by the toxic, poisonous atmosphere inside The Valley, I wasn’t alone. 

From a Charlton perspective, it was chaos. Shambolic. A perfect mess.

We were told that the Israeli Alex Ferguson’s sides don’t concede many goals.

Johann Berg Gudmundsson said after the defeat at Boro Guy Luzon’s training sessions had included a lot of “shape work, he wants us to be in shape and to be really compact.” 

Which doesn’t explain why the 11 Charlton players looked like a rag tag bunch of strangers hauled off the street to have a go at a Championship football match. 

There was no organisation whatsoever, no communication, no synergy.

It was like watching 11 labradors running around with paper bags on their heads. 

It felt like the culmination of a team being ripped apart, starting a year ago.

The team was then patched up, in places with actual quality, in others with spare parts found down the back of a Belgian sofa.

The head coach joined a month ago and has plainly failed to get his message across to his new squad yet.

Ever dependable players were making mistakes.

Chris Powell once said of Chris Solly: “He is low maintenance and I wish they were all like him. You tell him something, he nods, and you know he's got it.”

We’ve seen Solly played on the wrong side of defence and even in midfield without problems. 

On Tuesday, he was flustered, panicked and gifted Norwich their opening goal.

Solly, ironically considering who we were playing, is a bit like the canary down the mine for me.

If he’s struggling, then something is seriously wrong.

The second half comeback that Charlton pulled off, after that first half, is one of the biggest miracles ever performed in football history.

Johnny Summers, who scored five in the incredible 7-6 victory over Huddersfield in the 1950s, wouldn’t have fancied his chances of turning this one around, so abject was the first half.

The introduction of Tony Watt helped the Addicks find some belated fight.

This man, once fully match fit, is going to have to haul Charlton out of this mess.

He also managed to spark Igor Vetokele into life.

How important this partnership could be in this relegation ‘labradors with paper bags on their heads’ fight. 

Tuesday was hard to take.

It was so upsetting to see the team in such hopeless turmoil and the stands so feral.

That’s not what Charlton has ever been about. Until now. 

It seems hopeless trying to work out how we can get things to feel right again.

Hopefully the Trust’s meeting next week will give us something to cling onto. 

But before then we do it all again against Brentford on Saturday. They won’t know what's hit them…..

Come on OUR reds.

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