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Sheffield Wednesday 0 Charlton 1 (Jackson 28).

Kevin Nolan reports from Hillsborough.

It might be stating the obvious but the first leg of Charlton’s pair of back-to-back Sheffield fixtures worked out rather nicely. The cockle-warming performance which knocked the stuffing out of Sheffield Wednesday featured 14 red-shirted heroes, each of them ready to put his body painfully on the line. It was tense, hectic, sometimes violent and, as an added bonus, it was won by a truly marvellous goal, about which you’ll want to hear without delay.

Midway through a bruising first half, the outstanding Bradley Pritchard knocked the ball between hulking defenders Rob Jones and Reda Johnson, before accelerating smoothly in pursuit of a possible shooting chance. Ruthlessly closing the gap, Wednesday’s bouncers combined ruthlessly to nail the eager midfielder to the turf. The stonewall free kick, some 25 yards out and to the right of goal, briefly interested Yann Kermorgant, scorer of a setpiece beauty at Yeovil recently, but the angle clearly better suited the left-footed marksmanship of skipper Johnnie Jackson. A sumptuously curled drive duly left home keeper Nicky Weaver helpless on its unerring journey into the top right corner. There was no way of knowing at the time but this prickly, contentious game had already been settled by a flash of sheer quality.

His important contribution to the game’s only goal was but one highlight in Pritchard’s fine display. The non-stop newcomer consistently broke up the Owls’ midfield approach play, setting up Charlton’s slick counterattacking with economical passing and give-and-go movement. Since breaking into Chris Powell’s side, the indefatigable non-league graduate has made himself at home, without awe of, or undue respect for, better known opponents. Afraid of nobody, he gets his foot in and will take some shifting from Charlton’s central midfield. His enthusiasm is infectious.

Pritchard was surrounded by courageous colleagues. This determined Charlton side, light years removed from the collection of invisible ciphers who let down the club last season, simply refused to break under the direct area-to-area bombardment orchestrated by old school boss Gary Megson. Goalkeeper Ben Hamer stood up manfully to some borderline bump-and-bore tactics; centre backs Michael Morrison (as an ex-Owl on the end of some waspish comments from Megson) and Matt Taylor gave as good as they got physically; excellent full backs Chris Solly and Rhoys Wiggins didn’t put a foot wrong between them.
Powell’s midfield four scrapped for everything, with Pritchard’s workrate matched by Danny Hollands while wide men Jackson and Danny Green provided skill along the flanks.

Up front, meanwhile, the goals which came so effortlessly for Bradley Wright-Phillips and Kermorgant earlier in the campaign have temporarily dried up but it’s worth recording that Charlton’s watertight defending (19 goals now conceded in 25 league games) has much to do with their wholehearted closing down of would-be ball carriers. You have to wade through layers of cover to get to Hamer.

The majority of the Addicks’ chances at history-steeped Hillsborough fell to Wright-Phillips, now without a league goal in seven games since he scored the winner at Brentford on November 19th. The first, after just 4 minutes, was set up by Kermorgant and stung Weaver’s hands from an acute angle. At the other end, the visitors lived dangerously themselves when tricky loanee Ben Marshall bamboozled Taylor along the left touchline to supply Chris Lines beyond the far post. Lines’ low, angled shot was parried by Hamer, then hacked clear by Taylor. Hamer was grateful later that Johnson tamely headed an unchallenged chance into his hands.

Five minutes after the break, Wright-Phillips squandered a golden opportunity to spare his side an increasingly fraught ordeal. Too quick for Rob Jones as they disputed Hollands’ cleverly flighted ball over the top, he shook off the struggling centre back but failed to beat the advancing Weaver in one-on-one confrontation. Weaver also won their third duel, sprawling full length to turn the goal-starved forward’s low snapshot around his right post.

As the home bench, not to mention a poisonously hostile crowd, grew nasty, Wednesday’s quest for an equaliser became desperate. They came closest in added time when substitute Clinton Morrison, whose goal earned them a point at The Valley in September, touched a deep cross from Miguel Llera past Hamer. Popping up on the line, Jackson booted the ball off the line.

Wednesday’s children were full of woe by now, their hearts broken by the resilient toughness of a side they expected to bully into submission. The Steel City will try again on Saturday, when United come to town. These Addicks will be ready for them. Count on it.

Wednesday: Weaver, Mike Jones (Lowe 64), Batth, Rob Jones, Johnson, Otsemobor, Lines, Semedo, Marshall (Morrison 74), Madine (Llera 64), O’Grady. Not used: Bywater, Prutton. Booked: Madine, Mike Jones, Semedo, Lowe, Rob Jones.
Charlton: Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green (Russell 72), Hollands, Pritchard (Cort 90), Jackson, Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips (Clarke 74). Not used: Sullivan, Stephens. Booked: Kermorgant.
Referee: Neil Swarbrick. Attendance: 26,759.

Fulham 4 (Dempsey 8,62 pen,80, Duff 86) Charlton 0.

Kevin Nolan reports from Craven Cottage.

Beaten but far from disgraced, Charlton made a spirited, though possibly unlamented, exit from the FA Cup at the hands of Fulham – or, more accurately, the feet of Clint Dempsey, the Cottagers’ teak-tough Texan. Dempsey’s hat-trick fired the Premier League side into the Fourth Round draw, leaving the Addicks free to concentrate on more pressing concerns – namely finding the right exit from League One. The decks have been neatly cleared for next Saturday’s crucial clash with hot pursuers Sheffield Wednesday at Hillsborough.

There was, of course, no suggestion that Chris Powell approached this Third Round tie with anything but total commitment. His strongest available side distinguished itself against Fulham, whose manager Martin Jol took the visitors seriously enough to respond in kind. In Dempsey, Jol had that extra edge in class, which tipped the balance in the West Londoners’ favour. There was precious little else between them.

Roared on by over 7,000 travelling fans, doing their bit to swell an otherwise threadbare home crowd, the Addicks began brightly, with Danny Hollands meeting Johnnie Jackson’s inswinging corner and forcing John Arne Riise to clear his header off the line. Fulham responded immediately by snatching an important early lead.

Orchestrator of much of his side’s approach play, veteran schemer Danny Murphy was coming in for the usual, ill-advised abuse from the visiting terraces, his every cultured touch jeered, any semblance of a mistake celebrated. There was plenty of the former, all but none of the latter. The midfield maestro hardly misplaced a pass, though the 8th minute delivery he threaded through to Dempsey enjoyed a fortunate deflection which played the American clear of a wrongfooted defence. As John Sullivan valiantly spread himself to block, Dempsey coolly steered the ball inside the right post.

If they were demoralised by the setback, the visitors manfully disguised their disappointment. Clever combination between Bradley Wright-Phillips and Yann Kermorgant provided space for the big Breton to chip skilfully for the far corner. At full stretch, David Stockdale made the first of several fine saves in clawing the shot aside, with Jackson drilling the rebound into the sidenet from an acute angle. Stockdale was tested again as Wright-Phillips anticipated Brede Hangeland’s weak backheader, catching up with the ball near the left byline before cutting in to shoot fiercely with his right foot. Stockdale’s legs blocked the shot at his near post. A rousing Cup tie was underway.

Enjoying himself immensely in central midfield, meanwhile, fearless Bradley Pritchard was taking on Murphy and winning his share of personal battles. Behind him, the indomitable Chris Solly initially found winger Kerim Frei a tricky handful but gradually subdued the highly rated youngster; Frei’s withdrawal on 56 minutes, proved, however, to be a Pyrrhic victory for Solly which had the unhappy effect of paving the way for substitute Damien Duff to run the Addicks ragged on the right flank. But before that, Charlton were to scare their hosts witless.

Sullivan had already saved marvellously from Murphy’s deflected sidefoot drive before the Addicks hit back. A quickfire exchange of passes involving Wright-Phillips and Kermorgant ripped Fulham’s defensive cover to ribbons but Stockdale left his line alertly to smother Wright-Phillips close range effort. Proving to be a first class deputy for Mark Schwarzer, Stockdale then took off spectacularly to touch Danny Green’s 30-yard piledriver over the bar.

Duff introduced himself by passing in to Bobby Zamora’s feet, then accurately curling the return ball towards the left corner, where Sullivan’s straining right hand turned the shot aside. A minute later, Dempsey’s second goal more or less sealed Fulham’s passage into Round Four. Linking up with Bryan Ruiz, he took the Costa Rican’s pass and chipped deftly into the right corner. This hardbitten Yank can cope with the rough stuff and produce the most delicate of touches where the occasion demands. He completed his hat-trick from the penalty spot after Sullivan brought down the flying Ruiz before, four minutes from time, Duff added insult to Charlton’s injured pride by benefitting from another outrageous deflection in beating Sullivan from 15 yards.

Charlton’s third Cup elimination of the season won’t cause undue gloom at The Valley. Unlike Fulham, they entertained no expectation of winning the Cup. Their sights are trained on the Championship where a continuation of their excellent League One form will see them compete next season. That’s the be-all, the end-all, a free-for-all. It’s tough getting to the top. And it’s even tougher staying there.

Fulham: Stockdale, Kelly, Senderos, Hangeland, Riise, Dembele (Kasami 85), Murphy (Sidwell 81), Ruiz, Frei (Duff 59), Dempsey, Zamora. Not used: Etheridge, Sa, Gecov, Aaron Hughes.

Charlton: Sullivan, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins (Evina 72), Green (Wagstaff 72), Hollands (Andy Hughes 85), Pritchard, Jackson, Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips. Not used: Pope, Hayes, Euell, Cort.

Referee: Phil Dowd.

Attendance: 20,317.

Charlton 2 (Morrison 31, Green 90) Brentford 0

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

They call it “winning ugly” and Charlton have duly obliged once or twice this season when things weren’t exactly going their way. They deserved to beat Brentford despite Bees’ manager Uwe Rosler’s sour grapes complaint that they had “got away with it” and his even more mystifying claim that the visitors had “dominated the game.”

Rosler is hardly a barrel of laughs at the best of times but he had the sliver of a point. Just 48 hours after suffering their second league loss, the Addicks were far from on-song but they also say that “if you can win when you don’t play well”, you’ve got the makings of a title-winning side. And being able to bounce back from adversity is another encouraging quality.

Charlton boss Chris Powell allowed himself a rueful grin when apprised of Rosler’s comments and dismissed them with the mischievous aside that “I thought we won.” He would be more than happy, he allowed, to display panache and flair every week but football just doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you have to wade into muck and nettles to find treasure. You do what’s necessary.

Buoyed by their remarkable achievement in clawing back a 3-goal deficit to snatch an added time point from promotion chasing MK Dons on New Years Eve, Brentford began brightly, forcing four corners in the opening exchanges. Significantly, however, despite their territorial superiority, Ben Hamer was underworked in the home goal. The same claim could be made at the final whistle and that’s an issue Rosler might profitably address, in more retrospective moments after his spleen has been vented on the opposition.

For half an hour, Charlton struggled to find their feet. Full debutant Bradley Pritchard was important in maintaining order, while Carl Cort filled in responsibly for minor injury victim Matt Taylor but it was uphill most of the way. Then the Addicks scored.

Green’s long throw instigated the chaos that descended on Brentford’s penalty area, Danny Hollands added his physical presence and Michael Morrison headed goalwards. With the West Londoners seeking salvation from an un-coperative linesman, Morrison reached the bouncing ball as keeper Richard Lee dithered and nodded it neatly into his unguarded net. Defensive commitment was non-existent.

Bucked up by their success, Charlton almost undid the good work when Cort’s poor header fell to Niall McGinn, who volleyed sharply over the bar. At the other end, Cort should have done better than glance another of Green’s long throws wide of a post.

A forgettable game improved after the break. The second half kicked off with a comical mix-up between Lee and Marcel Eger, which the keeper resolved with an emergency fly-kick; it continued with Lee alertly leaving his line to foil Bradley Wright-Phillips and riding his luck as Green failed to bundle in the rebound from an acute angle.

Talismanic skipper Johnnie Jackson was welcomed back on New Years Eve, his understated influence having been missed during his absence. He came within inches of adding to his seven league goals but headed against the right post, following Green’s inswinging corner.

Brentford’s supposed “domination” was in tatters by now and the Addicks took it to them. The hardworking Yann Kermorgant ran through a ballwatching defence but headed Hamer’s long free kick wide, then Morrison wasted a better chance by heading Green’s corner off target.

A needless foul by Cort on substitute Gary Alexander gave the Bees their best chance of equality. Sam Saunders blasted the 25-yard free kick into Charlton’s wall, with Rosler leading his men in impassioned pleas that a red-clad arm had effected the block. Saunders tried his luck again, this time from the 18-yard line, where over-eager debutant Leon Clarke had chopped down dangerous playmaker Jonathan Douglas, but shot tamely over the bar.

Under no particular pressure but keenly aware that a one-goal lead left them vulnerable, the league leaders sensibly administered a last minute coup-de-grace through the mercurial Green. Having broken his Charlton duck in his previous appearance, the stylish winger doubled his tally by fastening on to a long ball, using Kermorgant as a decoy before cleverly sidestepping Lee and quietly rolling the ball over the line. Charlton had confirmed their first league double of the campaign, subject to Rosler’s re-count, of course.

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Charlton: Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Cort, Wiggins, Green (Hughes 90), Hollands, Pritchard, Jackson (Wagstaff 76), Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips (Clarke 76). Not used: Sullivan, Taylor.

Brentford: Lee, Diagouraga, Eger, Legge, Woodman, McGinn, Douglas, Bean (Alexander 62), Weston (Saunders 71), Bennett (Dean 62), Donaldson. Not used: Moore, Forrester.

Referee: G. Scott. Attendance: 17,506.

Leyton Orient 1 (Spring 26) Charlton 0.

Dispiriting defeat at the hands of modest Leyton Orient punched holes through 10-man Charlton’s deceptively wide lead at the top of League One. With chilling suddenness, the gap seems manageable for both hotly pursuing Sheffield clubs.

A second setback in an otherwise barnstorming season – and this to a similarly deflected goal – is hardly cause for despair though, certainly not when the Addicks’ reaction to the first loss is recalled. After losing 1-0 to Stevenage on October 15th, Charlton reeled off six successive league victories. They hope to start the process at home to awkward customers Brentford tomorrow afternoon. It won’t be easy.

There was no lack of fight at Brisbane Road on New Years Eve, where the visitors laboured ten-manfully for 83 minutes, following the mildly controversial dismissal of goalkeeper Ben Hamer. Let off the hook by Orient’s dreadful finishing, Chris Powell’s re-deployed troops gamely stayed in contention until Yann Kermorgant’s effort skidded wide in added time and the jig was finally up.

Hamer’s judgement in charging out of his penalty area to confront David Mooney, as the Irishman chased down an artfully channelled pass from Lee Cook, is open to serious question. Whether or not he actually handled the ball is also mired in uncertainty (a ricochet off his chest appeared to touch his hand) but, in any case, Michael Morrison seemed ideally placed to deal with Mooney’s dubious threat. The keeper’s brainstorm made nonsense of Powell’s tactics, though the boss’s decision to substitute John Sullivan for the wretchedly unlucky Scott Wagstaff might be one he regretted later. Leaving two up front was a bold statement of intent but possibly not suited to a subdued Bradley Wright-Phillips. Wagstaff’s indefatigability seemed more the ticket.

From the long-delayed free kick, the Os launched their litany of missed chances, Jimmy Smith’s header glancing Cook’s free kick wide from close range. Elsewhere, though, Orient made intelligent use of their numerical advantage, with neat one-touch passing and movement designed to keep their depleted opponents working feverishly to cope. At the heart of a fluent midfield, Matthew Spring comfortably switched play from flank to flank; it was the former Addick who claimed the all-important goal before the half hour.

Picked out in space by Terrell Forbes from the right touchline, Spring feinted deftly to wrongfoot Charlton’s defence before prodding a hastily contrived shot goalward. Diving in bravely to block, Matt Taylor was desperately unfortunate to divert the ball up and over the helpless Sullivan.

This was clearly an evening where anything that could possibly go wrong was at pains to do so.

Shaken by the twin twists of fate, the Addicks were in danger of subsiding completely. The profligate Smith again spared them by heading Stephen Dawson’s perfect cross wide at the far post. Chris Solly’s clearance off the line from Scott Cuthbert and a key block by Morrison on Forbes’ follow-up kept their side in touch, before Smith was victimised by a linesman’s premature flag when, from a flagrantly onside position, he emphatically volleyed Spring’s glorious centre past Sullivan.

With virtually nothing coming back at them, the East Londoners continued their assault after the break. The much-persecuted Smith headed Cook’s outswinging corner beyond Sullivan but Rhoys Wiggins hacked his effort off the line. Charlton’s marauding left back then moved upfield to drive Kermorgant’s pass over the bar, in a rare moment of aggression.

On 65 minutes, Orient’s almost comical finishing prolonged the agony. Left with only Sullivan to beat following an uncharacteristic mistake by Solly, Mooney dribbled a feeble effort yards wide. He did better moments later but Sullivan turned aside his low left-footed drive.

The overdue replacement by Bradley Pritchard of Bradley Wright-Phillips (to fight another day against Brentford, perhaps) briefly galvanised the ten-men. The newcomer set up Solly for a low, driven cross which was safely gathered by Lee Butcher, with Johnnie Jackson possibly tugged back as he tried to touch in at the near post. Solly then blasted Paul Hayes’ over the bar but it was Wiggins who came closest to rescuing a vital point. His low drive was sneaking inside the right post before Ben Chorley booted it to safety. It was a gallant last stand but fated, like Custer’s, to end in tears. Unlike Custer, though, they have tomorrow. At The Valley. 3p.m.

Orient: Butcher, Cuthbert, Chorley, Forbes, McSweeney, Smith, Spring, Dawson, Cook (Cox 81), Lisbie, Mooney (Tehoue 72). Not used: Cureton, Porter, Laird.

Charlton: Hamer (sent off), Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Wagstaff (Sullivan 7), Hollands, Russell, Jackson (Hayes 81), Wright-Phillips (Pritchard 63), Kermorgant. Not used: Hughes, Cort.

Referee: Dean Whitestone. Attendance: 5,097.

Yeovil Town 2 (Obika 8, Huntington 50) Charlton 3 (Hollands 16, Kermorgant 60, Green 90).

Kevin Nolan reports from Huish Park.

It was a tediously long time coming but Danny Green’s first ever goal for Charlton, when it finally arrived, was not only worth the wait but had the extra virtue of exquisite timing. For it was in the first of four added minutes that the winger struck a low drive across goalkeeper Rene Gilmartin, which found the net off the far post. His exuberant celebrations in front of over 900 Boxing Day pilgrims from South East London were just a little rueful because an earlier booking – his fifth of the season – means he will miss the short New Years Eve trip to Leyton Orient due to suspension. He won’t be striking again while the iron is hot.

Charlton’s delight at Green’s late winner was promptly enhanced as news filtered through that their nearest pursuers Sheffield Wednesday had themselves succumbed to two added time goals at Walsall. The combination of results sent shock waves reverberating through League One and left the Addicks eight points clear at the top.

When the dust settles over this eventful game, however, Chris Powell might have mixed feelings about its fluctuating nature. His side made hard work of beating lowly Yeovil, falling behind twice before their superior pedigree asserted itself; the successful outcome will be rightly savoured but the overall performance will come under more critical scrutiny.

Though never completely satisfied, the manager was no doubt impressed by his side’s confident start, during which Green’s positive run deserved better than an off-target shot into the sidenet. Having settled down quickly, the visitors were shocked out of their complacency by the Glovers’ opening goal.

A needless foul by Matt Taylor on Gavin Williams gave setpiece specialist Max Ehmer the ideal angle for a dangerously swerving free kick, which Yann Kermorgant inadvertently diverted behind sharp striker Jon Obika, who improvised a clever overhead effort. Undecided whether to leave his line, Ben Hamer was caught in no-mans land as the speculative shot sailed over his head.

As if affronted by the setback, Charlton wasted little time in equalising. A left wing corner, earned by Danny Hollands’ long throw, was swung in by Green to leave Hollands the simple task of heading in at the far post. They should have forged in front shortly thereafter but Michael Morrison headed Green’s delicious cross well wide. At the other end, Morrison misjudged Paul Wotton’s lofted pass to allow Obika through but the advancing Hamer did enough to distract the forward, who flicked wide of the right post.

An untidy first half stint had done nothing for Powell’s peace of mind but worse was to follow five minutes after resumption as Town forged ahead again. The goal was simplicity itself as centre back Paul Huntington was completely unhindered in heading Edward Upson’s corner past Hamer. It seemed that Charlton were going out of their way to lose but, gamely, they rallied again.

While Bradley Wright-Phillips has encountered a hopefully brief scoring slump, his strike partner Yann Kermorgant has admirably picked up the slack in recent games. The Breton was chopped down by Bondz N’Gala and fitted the big centre back’s punishment to his crime by bending a superb 25-yard free kick into the top left corner.

The pressure on the stricken home side was immediate as the visitors sought an important winner. They almost managed it as Rhoys Wiggins’ deep cross was expertly volleyed back from the far post by Green and Morrison’s point blank effort was brilliantly clawed off the line by Gilmartin. The outstanding young keeper also distinguished himself with an impressively agile adjustment of his feet to fingertip a clever chip from Hogan Ephraim over the bar.

It was all Charlton in the closing stages although Wiggins was reduced to blatantly hauling down Blizzard as Charlton’s bete noire broke clear from his own half ( the Addicks have bitter memories of a dreadful foul by Blizzard, while a Bristol Rovers player two years ago, which had unpleasant repercussions on the unfortunate victim Grant Basey’s subsequent career). In effect, Wiggins took a booking for his team which, while deplored by purists, is grist for the mill among pragmatists.

It was in the aftermath of Wiggins’ self sacrifice that Green stepped forward to collar the plaudits. That’s not to ignore the wonderful save later made by Hamer from Andrew Williams’ delicately flighted chip but it was Green’s day.

Yeovil (4-4-2): Gilmartin, Ayling, N’Gala, Huntington, Ehmer, Andrew Williams, Blizzard, Wotton, Upson, Gavin Williams, (O’Brien 76), Obika. Not used: MacLean, Massey, Stewart, Clifford.

Charlton (4-4-2): Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green, Hollands, Russell, Ephraim (Cort 90), Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips (Hughes 89). Not used: Hayes, Sullivan, Euell.

Referee: Brendan Malone.

Charlton 1 (Russell 63) Oldham Athletic 1 (Morais 84)

With less than a minute played in this drab game, Charlton earned themselves a routine throw-in deep in the left corner. As Danny Green prepared to deliver one of his long throws, every member of Oldham’s team crowded into their penalty area to defend it. As statements of intent go, this one was clarity itself. It warned us that they came here with a point and given the slightest chance, they intended to take it home with them. And who knows, with a break here or there, nick all three.

It’s only fair to point out that there is nothing illegal about the Latics’ methods. They hustle, harass and work feverishly for each other. They also stay just the right side of the law, except when they waste time. And, boy, do they know how to waste time! They’ve made it an art form. Every throw-in, goal kick, free kick or corner is a matter of painstaking preparation, involving changes of takers, re-positioning of the ball or any other niggling detail they can think up. All in all, Oldham Athletic were a nagging ache and are one good reason why Charlton must – simply must – make it out of League One this season. This division sucks you down to its colourless level and the danger is in becoming institutionalised.

Having acknowledged how irritating the negativity of Oldham and others can be, it must also be conceded that it’s the responsibility of ambitious sides such as Charlton to break them down. Unfortunately, when the Addicks finally turned the trick midway through the second half, their breakthrough succeeded only in spurring their visitors into belated aggression, some impressive football and a cracking equaliser six minutes from time.

Intent as they were on turning the first half into a non-event, the Latics surprised nobody more than themseves by creating two fine chances.The first was fashioned by busy midfielder James Wesolowski, who broke away on the right flank to pull back the perfect pass for Tom Adeyemi. His colleague’s air-shot was not only a huge embarrassment to Adeyemi but an equally huge relief to Charlton’s outmanouevred defence. Minutes later, wide man Chris Taylor made himself space to unleash a right-footed rocket from 25 yards; twisting athletically in the air, Ben Hamer fingertipped the netbound drive over the bar.

At the other end, meanwhile, the league leaders made little impression. Lured into prolonged bouts of head tennis and exchanges of long ball by their uncomplicated visitors, they pottered away the first period with little or no incident. Green scuffed an effort wide, then Bradley Wright-Phillips, played in by Yann Kermorgant, produced a competent save from the underworked Alex Cisak. It wasn’t much to show for their supposed superiority.

The second half promised more, beginning as it did with Wright-Phillips seizing on Danny Hollands’ pass to whip a firm drive on the turn into the sidenet. Coming alive, Wright-Phillips was sent through by Green, momentarily rounded Cisak but was foiled by the young Polish keeper’s fine recovery. The Addicks, though, were improving and their opener, when it arrived, was just about deserved.

Following play out to the right touchline, centre back Matt Taylor crossed accurately to the far post, where loanee Darrel Russell opened his Charlton account by leaping high to head conclusively into the top left corner.

Their goal should have settled the Addicks down but instead galvanised Oldham. With nothing to lose now, the Lancastrians came out of their shell to reveal a neat-passing, imaginative ensemble. They served notice that they were far from through when Matt Taylor almost involuntarily blocked a piledriver from Shefki Kuqi, then promptly equalised.

Chris Taylor had stood out among his workaday teammates, with positive running and perceptive link-play. Attacking Chris Solly on the left wing, he turned inside the full back to find substitute Filipe Morais in support inside the penalty area. Taking Taylor’s pass in his stride, the ex-Chelsea trainee smashed a rising shot into the top right corner.

Charlton’s slight dip in form was to be expected and there will be no panic at Sparrows Lane. There’s enough about them to take a breather, then start winning again. They clearly miss the all-round talents of skipper Johnnie Jackson and, to a lesser extent, the playmaking of long-term absentee Dale Stephens but the replacements have coped. Jackson and Stephens will be back before long but the continuing good health of midfield dynamo Hollands holds the key. He’s the glue that holds the side together at present. He must be discouraged from carving turkeys with super-sharp knives. Or any heavy lifting like horsing around as Santa for his triplets. Their dad’s already carrying a heavy load right now. Straws on camels’ backs, that sort of stuff. The girls will understand later in life. You just know they’re good kids.

Charlton: Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green, Hollands, Russell, Ephraim (Wagstaff 85), Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips. Not used: Sullivan, Euell, Pritchard, Cort.

Oldham: Cisak, Diamond, Clarke, Parker, Mellor, Wesolowski, Furman, Scapuzzi (Smith 65), Adeyemi (Morais 65), Taylor, Kuqi. Not used: Bouzanis, Tarlowski, Winchester.

Referee: L. Collins. Att: 19,564.

Walsall 1 (Macken 36) Charlton 1 (Kermorgant 45).

Kevin Nolan reports from Banks’s Stadium.

This hard-fought, keenly contested game so nearly produced the the blip that cautious Charlton supporters have been expecting for some time. Nearly but not quite.

Since they lost to Stevenage on October 15th for the first and, so far, only time this season, this often irresistible team has carried all before it with six consecutive league wins. You can’t win ’em all, of course, but drawing beats losing; the general consensus was that, despite Walsall’s lowly status, this was one battling point gained rather than two carelessly squandered. Bless ’em, football fans are natural philosophers.

Though clearly the better side, the Addicks were ultimately grateful for their useful point. During a second half played at breakneck pace, they came under serious pressure, countered with some of their own and finished significantly more strongly than their hosts. There were several hearts-in-mouths moments, none more so than Darrel Russell’s goalline clearance of Mat Sadler’s goalbound “cert” before referee Webb turned a charitable eye to Richard Taundry’s penalty area handling of Hogan Ephraim’s added time cross. Swings and roundabouts covers it.

The end-to-end exchanges got off to a riproaring start with tricky wide man Alex Nicholls cutting in to shoot dangerously wide, then Bradley Wright-Phillips hooking off target after Danny Green’s long throw caused chaos in the six-yard box.

The direct tactics favoured by the Saddlers contrasted vividly with Charlton’s more measured approach. And it was substance rather than style that was initially rewarded. Ephraim had come within inches of breaking through for the visitors with a determined run and shot when the home side turned the trick in more basic circumstances.

Tenacious as ever, Chris Solly checked another of Nicholls’ menacing forays at the expense of a left wing corner, which Andrew Halliday played strategically back to Sadler, lurking unmarked on the edge of the penalty area. The left back’s unconvincing shot deflected twice before sitting up nicely for veteran Jon Macken to volley through a spreadeagled defence. The whiff of unmistakeable good fortune brought with it distinct memories of Stevenage’s cruelly deflected winner. But they all count.

Resilient throughout the team, Charlton hit back and Green’s adroit flick sent Wright-Phillips through to shave the left-hand post with a low drive, his uncharacteristic miss fortunately deferring equality only briefly. And the goal which provided it was as sweet in execution as Walsall’s had been scrappy.

Enjoying himself in front of the energetic Rhoys Wiggins, Ephraim cut in from the left touchline on to his favoured right foot to deliver the juiciest of inswinging centres. A virtuoso in the air, Kermorgant’s eyes practically lit up as he launched himself at the ball near the far post. An unstoppable header left James Walker helpless as it thundered under the bar.

If the South East Londoners believed they were on their way to easy victory, they were quickly disabused of the notion by Walsall’s positive start to the second half. A rat-a-tat sequence of corners put them under immediate pressure, during the throes of which no-nonsense Danny Hollands cleared mightily from near the goalline. It was the indefatigable Hollands, however, who wasted his side’s best chance just past the hour.

Always eager to join in attack, Wiggins supplied a perfect cross from the left, which Kermorgant carefully cushioned on to Hollands’ head. From six yards, the onrushing midfielder buried the sitter into James Walker’s arms.

Almost instantly, the Black Countrymen came even closer to snatching the points. French substitute Claude Gnapka broke through into one-on-one confrontation with Ben Hamer but was brilliantly blocked by the advancing keeper. The rebound fell conveniently for Sadler to beat the stranded Hamer but Russell had backtracked intelligently to head the apparent “cert” off the line. Sadler’s interesting afternoon fell apart when a booking for fouling Solly was followed by a second yellow card – and automatic dismissal – for repeating the offence on Scott Wagstaff.

This seesaw game had one further flashpoint to debate before the points were justly shared. Switching flanks, the restless Ephraim’s cross from the right byline was blocked by Richard Taundry’s outflung hand well inside the 18-yard line. No penalty ruled Mr. Webb, a conclusion hardly shared by Chris Powell, who was a model of tight lipped restraint in his comments about the incident later. We were left to wonder who would have taken the spotkick, with Johnnie Jackson injured and his obvious deputy Green already substituted. No doubt the far-seeing boss had the eventuality covered. He doesn’t miss much. And he knows a semi-blip when he sees one.

Walsall (4-4-2): Walker, Beevers, Lancashire, Smith, Sadler, Halliday (Gnapka 54), Chambers, Taundry, Nicholls, Paterson (Bowerman 75), Macken (Peterlin 84). Not used: Butler, Grof.

Charlton (4-4-2): Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green (Wagstaff 73), Hollands, Russell, Ephraim, Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips. Not used: Euell, Pritchard, Cort, Sullivan.

Referee: D. Webb. Attendance: 4,537.

Charlton 2 (Morrison 61, Euell 89).

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

The scorers of the two goals which knocked stubborn Carlisle United out of the FA Cup and earned Charlton a place among the elite in the Third Round draw will hardly expect immortality for their efforts. Bundled in from a combined distance of no more than four yards, neither strike was particularly memorable in itself. But that misses the point. On another level, they were priceless.

By the time Michael Morrison ruthlessly smashed the can’t-miss opener past helpless keeper Adam Collin, this second round tie was heading into its final half hour and the first seeds of genuine anxiety were beginning to sprout. A midweek replay at Carlisle’s homely Brunton Park, no more than 12 miles south of the Scottish border, was looming as a very real possibility and with no disrespect intended to the Cumbrians, Charlton were looking forward to the potential trip like exiles to a Soviet gulag. Again no disrespect to Carlisle. Honestly.

Then Morrison struck and a weight was lifted from an admirably patient Valley. A hugely relieved Chris Powell celebrated enthusiastically with his staff, proving again that beneath his elegantly suited urbanity beats the heart and soul of a football firebrand. The mood was briefly euphoric until a note of caution was sounded. After all, United were by no means out of the hunt and an equaliser was certainly not yet out of the question. Substitute Francois Zoko did his best to provide one but Rhoys Wiggins resourcefully cleared his shot off the line. When two minutes later John Sullivan backtracked frantically to touch James Berrett’s chip over the bar, the road to Carlisle was beckoning the Addicks. Then late substitute Jason Euell scrambled in the all-important second goal and the sat navs could be re-configured.

Unchanged from the side which beat Colchester on Tuesday, the visitors made clear their intentions to give their daunting task a real go. They buckled straight down to business and centre forward Lee Miller almost punished Morrison’s weakly headed clearance with a crisp drive, saved smartly at full length by John Sullivan. Paul Thirlwell’s long run then penetrated dangerously until Cedric Evina stopped him at the expense of a corner as the Cumbrians more than held their own.

With six changes themselves from the line-up which heroically saw off close pursuers Huddersfield five days previously, Charlton were understandably slower to settle. There was no doubting their commitment, however, and gradually they found their feet. Morrison prodded Wiggins’ free kick over the bar before the best chance of the half went unconverted. Left back Matt Robson, sent off before half-time in the league fixture here on October 22nd, fouled Danny Green near the right touchline. Setpiece expert Green sent the free kick soaring to the far post where Morrison headed back for Danny Hollands, whose point blank effort was instinctively blocked by Adam Collin’s left foot.

Before the break, Carl Cort redeemed an error by Hollands with a superb tackle on Liam Noble, then went close to converting Green’s right wing corner with a header which whizzed inches too high.

Charlton’s fondness for absentminded mistakes almost cost them immediately after resumption, with Robson seizing on Scott Wagstaff’s slip to run 50 yards before unleashing a raking low drive which Sullivan turned aside at his left post. At the other end, as the game caught fire, impressive Bradley Pritchard’s shot on the turn brought the best out of Collin, then Green’s gloriously flighted pass was taken on his chest by Wagstaff as it cleared Lubomir Michalik but Collin advanced alertly to charge down the shot.

Green’s confidence grows from game to game, as evidenced by the 50-yard potshot with which he sought to punish Collin’s poor clearance. Left red-faced by Hollands’ speculative effort in October, the hapless keeper’s huge relief was obvious as the ball drifted narrowly off-target.

Then bingo! Charlton cracked it. Hollands’ cross from the left earned the right wing corner which Green swung outward. In the ensuing melee, Cort’s header was blocked, as was Morrison’s follow-up. At the third time of asking, Morrison gleefully bashed the ball into the net.

His brow furrowed as Carlisle refused to surrender, the devilishly cunning Powell sent first Yann Kermorgant, then Bradley Wright-Phillips into the fray and, yet again, his boldness was instantly rewarded. Well, almost instantly, because Wright-Phillips was unable to beat Collin when sent clear of Michalik by Kermorgant’s cleverly directed flick but the coup-de-grace was merely delayed.

Mopping up Evina’s satisfactory shift, the old-pro nous of Euell took him on a late run into the goal area as Kermorgant crossed low from the right corner flag. A slight deflection threw him out of kilter but an emergency adjustment enabled The Valley’s solitary playing link to those heady Premiership days to bundle his second goal of the season over the line. Before much longer, game Carlisle were heading back up to Cumbria, where, mercifully, they won’t host the Addicks until the league game in early April, by which time the snowed-in passes will have melted and Spring won’t “be far behind.”

Charlton: Sullivan, Solly, Cort, Morrison, Wiggins, Green (Kermorgant 73), Hollands, Pritchard, Evina (Euell 87), Wagstaff, Hayes (Wright-Phillips 79). Not used: Pope, Doherty, Bover Izquierdo, Smith.

Carlisle: Collin, Ribeiro, Michalik (Chantler 86), Murphy, Robson, McGovern, Thirlwell (Madden 75), Berrett, Noble, Loy (Zoko 66), Miller. Not used: Gillespie, Livesey, Taiwo, McKenna.

Referee: A. Madley. Attendance: 7,461.

Charlton 2 ( Kermorgant 23, Ephraim 41) Huddersfield Town 0.

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

Surfing a wave of the most passionate support in South East London, Charlton shattered Huddersfield’s magnificent record of 43 consecutive league games unbeaten and tightened their grip at the top of the table. In what home manager Chris Powell aptly called “an advert for League One”, a national TV audience received a timely reminder that quality exists outside the Premiership. They might also have appreciated the keenly but cleanly contested nature of this vitally important clash, unmarred as it was by any Balotelli/ Tevez pouting.

The build-up had concentrated on the supposedly crucial shoot-out between hot shots Bradley Wright-Phillips and Jordan Rhodes, scorers of 27 league goals between them. Charlton’s marksman shaded their personal duel but it was his strike partner, Yann Kermorgant, who did the damage. The underrated Frenchman notched his side’s important first goal, contributed critically to the second, besides hitting the bar and handing the visitors a lesson in centre forward virtuosity.

The West Yorkshiremen actually made the brighter start. They had earned four early corners and were exerting mild pressure when right back Jack Hunt was panicked into tripping Hogan Ephraim as the right-footed left winger cut in from the touchline. Crossing from the opposite flank to size up an inviting free kick, Danny Green curled in a pacy inswinger, which Kermorgant met in front of his marker and headed firmly inside the left post. Not a particularly towering player, the Breton’s heading is a sight for sore eyes among aficionados of a lost art made all but redundant by the brilliant, pattern-weaving likes of Barcelona.

Up front for Town, meanwhile, was debutant loanee Jon Parkin, known affectionately as “The Beast” in recognition of his massive stature and not, it must be said, for persistent foul play. Limited he might be but Parkin leaves his mark on defenders, who know they’ve been in a battle by full-time. Deputy skipper Matt Taylor and Michael Morrison stood up valiantly to the physical challenge as Huddersfield’s tactics were adapted to the big bloke’s formidable assets. It was possibly fortunate that alongside him, Rhodes froze in front of the cameras. Despite the lion’s share of first half possession, the visitors rarely troubled the impressively sound Ben Hamer.

Three minutes before the interval, the Addicks doubled their lead in circumstances made “controversial” only by a catastrophic lapse in concentration among the visitors. Taking time out to dispute a throw clearly not theirs, they allowed the alert Green to quickly find Kermorgant, who flicked on cleverly for Wright-Phillips to twist past his shadow Antony Kay. Sensing the danger, Ian Bennett left his line to block the striker’s toepoked effort but the rebound fell to Ephraim, who ignored several sluggish defenders and slotted neatly past the stranded goalkeeper. A jubilant Valley all but hugged itself in glee, in between ribaldly inviting the visitors to do something unseemly, not to mention illegal, with their unbeaten record.

Terriers’ boss Lee Clark responded positively during the break, bringing on the attacking pace of Danny Ward and Anton Robinson. Powell was forced into change by the enforced withdrawal of experienced loan signing Darel Russell, in whose place Andy Hughes added his customary professional pragmatism to the cause. What you see is what you get from Hughes and what you get are guts and commitment.

A minute following resumption, the bar denied Charlton a third, possibly decisive goal. Green’s long throw was headed over Bennett by Kermorgant but crashed against the woodwork. The burly Frenchman then forced a fine save from Bennett with a fierce free kick.

Improving steadily as their hosts flagged briefly, the Terriers came close to reducing their arrears on the hour when Ward’s intended cross swerved on to the bar. They came even closer through Parkin, who seized on a chance created by Taylor’s untimely slip to crash a venomous left-footed volley goalwards. At full stretch, Hamer miraculously turned the ball on to his left-hand post.

Having done their marvellously full-throated bit, the home support had seen enough. The departure of Kermorgant with an ankle injury dampened their ardour somewhat but they stayed behind to salute their heroes, each one of whom had contributed fully to a cockle-warming triumph It wouldn’t do to mention any names but the little right back is one nugget of a player. There’s still one helluva long way to go but the journey has been a pleasure so far. Stay on board, now, there’s more to come.

Charlton (4-4-2): Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green, Russell (Hughes 46), Hollands, Ephraim (Wagstaff 82), Kermorgant (Hayes 89), Wright-Phillips. Not used: Sullivan, Cort.

Huddersfield (4-4-2): Bennett, Hunt, Arfield, Clarke, Woods, Miller (Robinson 46), Kay, Roberts (Ward 46), Johnson, Rhodes, Parkin. Not used: Colgan, Novak, Bruce.

Referee: R. East. Attendance: 18,029.

Brentford 0 Charlton 1 (Wright-Phillips 64).

Kevin Nolan reports from Griffin Park.

This was the definitive game of two halves and Charlton could only thank providence that it was. During 45 painfully one-sided minutes, they were battered by a side which consistently raises its game against them. That they hung on until half-time was due to Brentford’s poor finishing and a handy stroke of luck here and there. The Bees not only missed several chances but also their own best chance to continue their recent run of successes over the Addicks. They were ultimately sickened by a striker who needs just the sniff of a chance to score.

Bradley Wright-Phillips had maintained typical concentration during a first half spent in near isolation alongside Yann Kermorgant. Both forwards had worked hard without reward but were coming more into their own when the dominant hosts were dealt a savage body blow before the hour mark.

It was Kermorgant’s searching pass which Wright-Phillips chased down with Shaleum Logan in close attendance. Nipping in front of the pursuing defender, Wright-Phillips flicked the ball wide of the advancing Richard Lee, before taking evasive action as Logan and Lee painfully collided. Alert Leon Legge cleared the danger, Lee regained his feet but Logan stayed down in obvious distress. Following six minutes of treatment, the young centre back was removed on a stretcher and was replaced by Marcus Bean. The disastrous effect on the Bees’ concentration was immediate.

With their momentum checked, the home defence was on the back foot for the first time as Kermorgant’s accurate delivery picked out Danny Green near the right touchline. The winger’s trademarked early cross was missed at the near post by Danny Hollands but coolly tapped home by the ever-vigilant Wright-Phillips behind him. It was a lesson in finishing too late in the learning for stricken Brentford. And Wright-Phillips, with a crisp drive on the turn mere minutes later, almost emphasised the point but Lee defied him at full stretch.

Roared on by a contingent of over 1,800 travelling fans, who had made their way to Griffin Park by boat, car, coach and train to help register the hosts’ best gate of the season, the Addicks were lucky to be in front but just as determined to stay there. They had already weathered the worst before the interval and braced themselves for a second wave of attacks.

Their ordeal had begun as early as the 5th minute when Andy Hughes’ error gifted possession to Clayton Donaldson, who set up Gary Alexander to shoot from 25 yards. Diving to his left, Ben Hamers made the first of several fine saves he contributed to the cause. But the keeper was helpless shortly afterwards as Brentfor’s impressive wide man Niall McGinn crowned a sharp passing move by cutting in from the left to beat Hamer with a fierce low drive which bounced off the left upright. Sliding in unchallenged, Donaldson haplessly spooned the deceptive rebound over the bar.

Donaldson was proving an awkward handful but missed an even easier chance before the break. After McGinn had achieved the rare feat of skinning Chris Solly on the left flank, the unmarked Donaldson was set up by the juiciest of crosses only to head lamely wide. The West Londoners were well on top but this is a leaner, meaner Charlton side sharing little in common with the various transients who had degraded the famous red shirt in recent seasons. They had endured and would be heard from later.

Not that the tide turned dramatically in the second half’s early exchanges. Charlton could offer only a couple of headed efforts from Green’s long throws but Brentford’s intensity had already cooled before Logan’s misfortune. And if the loss of their young loanee was a severe blow, the withdrawal of Johnnie Jackson with hamstring damage was of even graver consequence to the League One leaders. On came new loan arrival Hogan Ephraim, whose left-sided cover for the influential captain will be called into emergency action during Jackson’s anticipated absence of a month.

The closing stages were frantic. Throwing caution in the bin, the West Londoners almost manically renewed their assault. One corner after another was either plucked out of the air or punched clear by the defiant Hamer, who also risked life and limb at the feet of substitute Mike Grella and Alexander as Brentford’s desperation boiled over into physical confrontation. Hamer had the last laugh by plucking Grella’s point-blank header out of the air when scoring seemed easier than missing. Significantly, Kermorgant had come closest to scoring during ten seemingly endless minutes of added time with a firmly sidefooted shot from Wright-Phillips’ square pass which Lee sprawled to save.

Gathered together by their astute manager at the final whistle to salute their jubilant supporters, Charlton were aware that they had dug out a win which, in its stubborn, gutsy way, had more merit than the recent demolitions of Carlisle and Preston. 1-0 to the Charlton has a satisfying ring to it, particularly when it stops the rot against opponents who have been nothing but nuisances recently. Chris Powell’s Addicks bear the weight of history lightly and with grace.

Brentford (4-4-2): Lee, Logan (Bean 62), Legge, Llera, Woodman, Saunders (Grella 79), Diagouraga, Douglas, McGinn (Weston 70), Alexander, Donaldson. Not used: Devlin, Eger.

Charlton (4-4-2): Hamer, Solly, Morrison, Taylor, Wiggins, Green (Wagstaff 90), Hollands, Hughes, Jackson (Ephraim 75), Kermorgant, Wright-Phillips. Not used: Sullivan, Cort, Hayes.

Referee: Eddie Ilderton. Attendance: 8,095.