Charlton 1 (Sarr 80) Brighton 1 (Gross 47).

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

Stepping up in class as the new season looms large, spirited Charlton went toe-to-toe with Premier League visitors Brighton and emerged with an honourable draw as reward for their unstinting effort. Clearly the satisfying result, as much as their energetic performance, mattered greatly to Lee Bowyer's men.

A discouraging 1-0 loss seemed on the cards until, with ten minutes remaining, huge centre back Naby Sarr decided to take matters into his own hands. A ball-playing defender very much in the modern mould, Sarr controlled a clearance inside his own half before setting out for Albion's distant goal with mayhem in mind. Improvised one-twos with Nicky Ajose and Simon Dawkins carried him on like an impetuous Light Brigade cavalryman at Balaclava. As the whites of Hugo Keto's eyes came into sight, the run of the ball favoured the by-now irresistible Sarr in placing a precise, sidefooted shot inside the keeper's right hand post. Some goal it was too, a singular effort unlikely to be bettered during the season proper but one Bowyer will hope to see duplicated more than once by an unpredictable player who answers a different drum.

Quite apart from Sarr's unorthodoxy, there was plenty to encourage the manager in a feisty clash with visitors whose ascension to the Premier League coincided with Charlton's fall from grace. As recently as the 2015-16 campaign, the Seagulls and Addicks were squaring off in the Championship, with the former's 3-2 victory at the Amex Stadium on December 5th 2015 propelling them to the top of the table. Meanwhile, of course, Charlton were heading in a disastrously different direction.

In charge of Brighton back then was Chris Hughton, still bringing his calm influence to bear at The Valley on Tuesday evening. Matching "wits" with him less than three years ago was one Karel Fraeye, the latest in a pathetic parade of easy-come, soon-to-be-gone losers who ensured Charlton's steady decline. In Hughton, Albion had -and still have- rock-solid leadership which they ranged behind in thinner times. Fraeye was gone just a month after the December 2015 defeat, as the bodies continued to pile up. Don't hold your breath until Bowyer is confirmed in the job. After all, this sorry saga began with the treacherous backstabbing of another Valley legend.

Further evidence of the contrasting fortunes of these fine clubs was provided by ex-Addick Dale Stephens, whose effortless range of passing now earns him a Premiership crust on the South Coast. He wasted little time in showcasing his ability with a gorgeous, defence-splitting delivery which Pascal Gross squandered by shooting against the advancing legs of Dillon Phillips. Prolific scorer Glenn Murray was even more wasteful when firing inexplicably wide from point-blank range after being set up by Lewis Dunk's pass and Gross' clever flick. At the other end, David Button was untroubled by the rising effort driven over the bar by promising Albie Morgan.

Bowyer has reason to be pleased with the tireless contributions of his interval substitutions. But before they were heard from, Charlton fell behind. James Tilley's right wing cross was headed back across Phillips by Murray and seemed bound for the opposite corner until the keeper's straining fingertips kept it out. Unhindered by the right post, Gross was left with a simple tap-in.

Down but clearly far from out, the Addicks responded with youthful irreverence. Tenacious left full back Jamie Mascoll was an aggressive fireball, whose uninhibited tackling caused Hughton, a similarly committed left back during his distinguished playing career, to wince on more than one occasion. Equally committed George Lapslie popped up on both flanks to put himself about, as a shaken Arrun Connelly would confirm, pausing briefly to apologise before hustling back for the free kick. Midfield bite at Charlton - remind you of anyone?

Charlton were beginning to run out of time when Keto withstood a rat-a-tat three-shot salvo from Josh Magennis, saving each of them with commendable defiance, which Phillips matched with two fine saves from close range efforts from Solly March and Connolly. Then Sarr stepped up to defy logic, destroy tactics and deliver a draw which mattered. Really mattered.

Charlton: Phillips, Marshall (Yao 46), Ward, Sarr, Page (Mascoll 46), Forster-Caskey (Maloney 46), Pratley (Ince 46), Dawkins, Morgan (Lapslie 46), Ajose, Magennis.

Referee: Gavin Ward.

Att: 2256 (458 visiting).

Shrewsbury Town 1 (Carlton Morris 58) Charlton 0.

Kevin Nolan reports from Montgomery Waters' greenhouse.

Well, it's over for another few months. Bloody good job too, many of us felt as Charlton's chaotic 2017-18 season - disjointed, disappointing, depressing, take your pick - was pepper-sprayed into an ugly conclusion on Sunday. Few of their supporters, certainly none of the 1,568 tetchy loyalists who gathered here for the last rites, will regret its passing. It ended in two feeble whimpers and no audible bang as Shrewsbury easily won both legs of this play-off semi-final 1-0 to book their place at Wembley later this month.

As the post-mortems begin, the main item on most agendas will be the immediate fate of caretaker boss Lee Bowyer. And the conclusion will be, it's to be hoped, that little blame for Charlton's burn-out is his to shoulder. He inherited a team in freefall, with the grisly 0-1 debacle at Blackpool as recently as March 13th, and a miserable 0-0 home draw against Fleetwood four days later, rival nadirs which persuaded Karl Robinson to jump ship before he was pushed overboard. The Mersey Mouth duly sidled off to Oxford, where he switched his affections with all the ersatz sincerity of the smooth philanderer. Wherever he lays his hat, that's Karl's home.

Buckling down immediately, Bowyer restored equilibrium with three consecutive victories, boosted by a surprising 9-1 goal difference, over all-comers. Results inevitably flattened out but their titanic win over Blackburn propelled the Addicks into the play-offs, an achievement regarded by most fans as nothing short of miraculous given the unholy mess the caretaker faced when he took over. His managerial future now lies in the hands of Roland Duchatelet, a Belgian hologram whose word is as scattergunned as it is final. Bowyer would be unwise to move his belongings in yet.

This failure in Shropshire, meanwhile, followed almost regimental lines of predictability and order. The Addicks enjoyed (or, more probably, were allowed) a deceptive 54%-46% advantage in possession, contributing their usual neat approach play but rarely threatening to break through to where it mattered. They buzzed impressively up to the home penalty area where they encountered the rugged Salopians, who closed ranks and physically bashed them up. Paul Hurst's hard men racked up a 14-5 foul count before the interval, which they increased to 23-8 before the final whistle. They also survived a confident penalty appeal when rock-hard skipper Mat Sadler blatantly handled Joe Aribo's dangerous cross. Ruthless Town manipulated the rules, brushed aside their frail opposition and ran out comfortable winners.

The security given them by Jon Nolan's wonder strike at The Valley three days previously bolstered Shrewsbury. Charlton struggle to score once, much less twice, in any single game; yet again, their lack of a natural finisher saw them complete this vital game without seriously testing Dean Henderson. It also goes without saying that not a single cross was provided for Josh Magennis, a more than useful header of a ball but one regularly starved of even average service from the flanks.

At the other end, Ben Amos was the visitors' best performer, his pair of first half saves from Alex Rodman, the first low at his near post, the second in one-on-one confrontation with the winger a minute before the interval, prolonging Charlton's academic interest in the tie. The marvellous stop he made from Stefan Payne in second half added time meant little in the bigger picture but confirmed Amos' consistent excellence, which made nonsense of his absence from the top three nominations as Player-of-the-Season recently.

As this second leg chugged along in a mirror-image of the first, tough guy Carlton Morris scored Town's matchwinner at almost precisely the same stage as Nolan had so memorably struck at The Valley. Moving alertly into position as the outstanding Shaun Whalley burst through to the right byline, the Norwich City loanee took a steadying touch before fizzing the attacking midfielder's perfect cutback past Amos into the bottom right corner. It wasn't as spectacular as Nolan's howitzer but was even more effective in settling Charlton's hash.

The Addicks' meagre chances are easily recounted. Magennis turned sharply in the penalty area but blasted Jake Forster-Caskey's free kick over the bar; Aribo's devastating break should have resulted in a penalty when Sadler handled; Nicky Ajose was denied by Aristote Nsiala's fine recovery tackle as he bore down on Henderson; Forster-Caskey's fierce drive brought Henderson plunging to his left to save. For a team that simply had to score, it was hardly the constant softening-up bombardment prepatory to getting back on terms. But in reality, Charlton were as good as beaten as soon as Nolan scored at The Valley. The bookies could have settled then.

Ah well, here's Elkie Brooks to sing us out again. "Fool if you think it's over..." er, you can give it a rest now, Elkie, wrong choice to be brutally honest. Thing is, it's as over as over gets for now. But thanks for trying. Come back in August. You're always welcome.

Shrewsbury: Henderson, Godfrey, Sadler, Beckles, Whalley (Riley 89), Carlton Morris (Payne 69), Bolton, Bryn Morris, Nolan (Jon-Lewis 90), Nsiala, Rodman. Not used: MacGillivray, Lowe, Jones, Eisa. Booked: Bryn Morris, Nolan.

Att: 9,026 (1,568 visiting).

Charlton 0 Shrewsbury Town 1 (Nolan 80).

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

If Charlton make it to the League One play-off final at Wembley on Sunday May 27th, they will have gone about it the hard way. They made a disastrous start by conceding this first leg semi-final to streetwise Shrewsbury, falling victims to a stunning late strike from Scouse-Irishman Jon Nolan which placed into brutal context their own lack of cutting edge.

A goalless draw -far from the worst result to take with them to Shropshire on Sunday- seemed fair reward for their earnest endeavours until Nolan astutely judged a dropping ball, nodded to him by Stefan Payne on the edge of the penalty area, adjusted his body shape, then detonated a superb, dipping volley which brushed the underside of the bar before nestling sweetly behind the blameless Ben Amos. It was a fine goal worthy of deciding a game at any level and was scored by the best player on view.

After surviving an early battering by their on-fire hosts, Shrews settled into their task. They were compact, disciplined and when the occasion demanded, capable of cold-eyed ruthlessness. The first half assaults by brick outhouse Carlton Morris on Patrick Bauer, from which he escaped without censure, then later on Jason Pearce, which earned him a yellow, rather than the red card he deserved, were clear messages of intent. Cynical trips on Konsa and Tariqe Fosu after the interval, the second of them earning Alex Rodman a caution, further displayed Shrews' grasp of the darker arts.

The visitors also made an art form of timewasting, more kindly referred to these days as game management, with goalkeeper Dean Henderson already artfully slowing the pace in the torrid early going as he mulled over the correct positioning of his goalkicks. It pays off too as a paltry total of five added minutes over both halves proved. The visitors accounted for most of that derisory allowance while wildly celebrating Nolan's matchwinner.

The Addicks' sickening defeat, however, had its roots in more painfully familiar ground, namely their chronic inability to finish what they so often attractively start. During a blistering opening, Stephy Mavididi's hard, low cross eluded Josh Magennis, was returned by Konsa from the opposite flank but headed lamely wide by Magennis. Jake Forster-Caskey was more accurate with the low drive which forced Henderson into a full length save and Nicky Ajose came close with a volley that sent Magennis' lay-off whistling over the bar. An instinctive finisher might have converted at least one of the blur of early chances. But an instinctive finisher is conspicuous by his absence. As it is, the Addicks regularly bring cap pistols to a gunfight.

Until Nolan broke local hearts, Charlton had coped comfortably against a useful side which clearly regarded a draw as a positive result. Pearce, Bauer and sitting tenant Ahmed Kashi were their usual, solid selves while behind them Amos was impeccable. Jay Dasilva was a more progressive full back than a newly responsible Konsa and stayed alive to the problems caused by Mavididi's blind alley running and irritating losses of possession. The unfairly maligned Ben Reeves, whose last second intervention prevented Nolan from scoring earlier than he did, worked fruitlessly, as did Forster-Caskey. Up front, Magennis battled gamely alongside Ajose and with Fosu expected to replace Mavididi at Shrewsbury, might thrive on better service. Lee Bowyer's men did their best but were narrowly beatenby a better side.

With nothing to lose, Charlton might be a different proposition in the second leg against hosts who finished 16 points ahead of them during the regular season. Hardbitten interim boss Bowyer, no doubt aware that Thursday's crowd included an interested Australian prospector, was measured in his reaction to this disappointing defeat, claiming that his side deserved at least a share of the first-leg spoils but warning that the tie remains far from settled. Winners at Montgomery Waters Meadow less than a month ago by precisely the 2-0 scoreline required on Sunday, the Addicks are not yet a spent force.

The last words will be left to the incomparable Elkie Brooks, a soulful thrush from an age when singers kept their clothes on while singing. "Fool if you think it's over," crooned Elkie ..."it's just begun". Er, not entirely accurate, Elkie, actually it's half over. But nice one, girl, we catch your drift. Hope we can live up to it.

Charlton: Amos, Konsa, Bauer, Pearce, Dasilva, Kashi, Reeves (Aribo 76), Forster-Caskey, Mavididi (Fosu 62), Ajose (Zyro 90), Magennis. Not used: Phillips, Marshall, Sarr, Dijksteel.

Att: 14,367 (777 visiting).

Charlton 1 (Pearce 19) Blackburn Rovers 0.

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

A League One play-off shot lies within Charlton's grasp following this victory for bloody-minded determination and sheer stubbornness. There were times during Blackburn's second half assault on Ben Amos' goal when the visitors seemed certain to equalise Jason Pearce's outrageously flukey opener. But bodies were thrown on the line, heroic tackles made and when the chips were down, Amos was superb. There were one or two favours from fortune, quite apart from Pearce's inadvertent intervention, but if you can't be good, at least be lucky. Lee Bowyer cheerfully admitted that his side was lucky but correctly pointed out that they were also pretty good.

In the away dug-out, Rovers' manager Tony Mowbray generously made himself a hostage to the said fortune by making six changes from the team which clinched promotion in midweek at Doncaster. Among those left out were veteran goalscorer Danny Graham and, more significantly, ex-Charlton academy youngster Bradley Dack, recently named as League One's Player of the Season. Striker Graham and attacking midfielder Dack are responsible between them for 30 of Blackburn's 80 league goals this season and it's safe to say that their absence was a break for Bowyer's men. Charlton had their hands full with Mowbray's second stringers but this was definitely the ideal day to face Rovers.

Nothing in a routine first half alerted the Addicks to the ordeal they faced after the break. Ben Reeves and Jake Forster-Caskey, reassured by Ahmed Kashi's steadiness behind them, dominated a visiting midfield clearly lacking Dack's dynamic input. Tarique Fosu's individual impact was missed up front but there was enough to suggest that a relatively comfortable afternoon awaited the hosts. On 19 minutes, their prospects were further boosted by the streakiest of goals.

An inswinging corner delivered by Forster-Caskey from the right flank was headed away to Ezri Konsa, whose cross was cleared to Kashi, lying in wait outside the penalty area. The Algerian's first time shot found the bottom left corner via the most helpful of deflections off Pearce as Jayson Leutwiler moved in the wrong direction. Reportedly re-routed by one of Pearce's buttocks, it was a cheeky way to score but no more than the skipper deserved for his titanic contribution at the heart of Charlton's second half defiance.

With their main priority realised earlier in the week, the Ewood men offered little until Amos was forced to backpedal desperately in clawing Charlie Mulgrew's treacherously dipping corner to safety. But shortly before the interval, local hearts skipped a beat as Dominic Samuel, sent through by Richie Smallwood, appeared to be tripped by the pursuing Konsa on the 18-yard line. No penalty - not even a free kick - ruled well-positioned Merseyside referee Robert Jones as The Valley exhaled in relief. Luck had clearly resolved to be ladylike to Charlton and there was more largesse on the way during a harrowing second session.

It began badly for the Addicks' snakebitten left back Lewis  Page, who picked up a yellow card for a wild lunge on Leutwiler, then sustained a bad gash above his knee in combining bravely with Amos to thwart a close range effort from Samuel.

With Rovers responding to their sold-out end, Amos spread himself brilliantly to smother Smallwood's attempt to crown an irresistible solo run, then saved twice from Jack Payne. Charlton's inspired keeper deserved the luck (still another timely contribution from the notoriously fickle lady) he received when Samuel headed Mulgrew's corner against the underside of the bar. In one of numerous, hair-raising goalmouth scrambles, Pearce's emergency block on Graham stood out while, alongside the captain, Patrick Bauer was calmly efficient and Mark Marshall rubberstamped his inclusion at Joe Aribo's expense, with a feverishly hardworking box-to-box stint on alternating wings. Aribo eventually replaced an exhausted Reeves, who had more than done his bit. Even the cruel but justified addition of seven minutes was comfortably negotiated before an appreciative Valley rose to salute their gutsy heroes.

They're not there yet but Bowyer and an affectionately greeted Johnnie Jackson are on the brink of masterminding a play-off opportunity for a squad on the verge of collapse before they took charge. It will soon be time for bashful owner Roland Duchatelet, with talk of a take-over fading fast, to decide who leads Charlton into the 2018-19 season. Promotion to the Championship would force his hand in favour of the Bowyer-Jackson ticket but they should be given the responsibility anyway whatever the upcoming weeks hold in store. There's wild gossip, meanwhile, that Yves Ordure-LaTrine of FC Brussels Sprouts (no-one likes us, we don't care) is available after leading FCBS into the Belgian sixth tier but hopefully that's no more than a rumour. For almost but not quite the last time this season the cry gathers volume - Bowyer In! Jackson In! Come on Roland, you know it makes sense. You already lost much-coveted Joey Barton to Fleetwood due to excessive dithering.

Charlton: Amos, Konsa, Bauer, Pearce, Page (Dasilva 50), Kashi, Reeves (Aribo 86), Forster-Caskey, Marshall, Ajose (Mavididi 80), Magennis. Not used: Phillips, Jackson, Lennon, Zyro. Booked: Page, Forster-Caskey.

Blackburn: Leutwiler, Lenihan, Mulgrew, Downing, Caddis (Travis 63), Bell, Smallwood, Evans (Whittingham 75), Armstrong, Samuel, Payne (Graham 63). Booked: Lenihan, Downing, Smallwood, Payne.  Not used: Fisher, Antonsson, Tomlinson, Nuttall.

Referee: Robert Jones. Att: 17,310 (3,110 visiting)

Portsmouth 0 Charlton 1 (Ajose 40).

Kevin Nolan reports from Fratton Park.

In Fratton Park's famous cauldron-like atmosphere, transformed by this result into a requiem for Portsmouth's promotion hopes, a stirring, one-for-all, all-for-one performance thrust Charlton into strong contention for the sixth-and last- play-off slot. This was a victory to which every player manfully contributed, none more so than outstanding goalkeeper Ben Amos.

A handful of fine saves, the pick of which was his quite astounding mid-air adjustment to conjure Brett Pitman's treacherously deflected 85th minute free kick over the bar, keynoted Charlton's defensive defiance but was greeted almost matter-of-factly by his colleagues. Inspired by the example of ultra-competitive skipper Jason Pearce, Amos had been protected by a resolute wall and was clearly expected to plug the holes on the rare occasions it was breached. In the heat of battle, emotional outbursts belong in the dressing room where it's safe to assume he was saluted more enthusiastically later.

There will be those among a raucous away following which silenced the local tribunes, who will find it impossible to relate this tight, purposeful side to the rabble which were bullied at Wimbledon and outsmarted four days later at home to Scunthorpe. With the Pompey Chimes degenerating into a poignant dirge, Portsmouth were ultimately broken. There was, admittedly, the odd uncomfortable moment for their visitors before the deed was done.

Clearly sent out by Lee Bowyer to take on the South Coasters, the Addicks dominated the first half, did largely as they pleased but retired for the break ominously only one goal to the good. Frankly dreadful for 45 minutes, the Blues should have been staring down the barrel of comprehensive defeat. Unable to pick out an accurate pass, second to every ball, overpowered and outclassed, Kenny Jackett's men struggled to survive. But survive they did and the second half became a backs-to-the-wall test of Charlton's character. It's a pleasure to report that they passed with flying all-red colours.

Provided stability by the insatiable workrate of Jake Forster-Caskey and Ben Reeve, the Londoners enjoyed effortless superiority without, as the interval approaching, threatening to score. Forster-Caskey came closest when he cut in from the right, beat Luke McGee with a low, left-footed drive but was foiled by Nathan Thompson's goalline clearance. Other than Tarique Fosu's sharply taken shot on the turn, which grazed a post, Pompey seemed likely to escape unscathed until Nicky Ajose's first goal of the season lowered the boom on them with five minutes first half minutes remaining.

An old-school exchange of goalkeeping clearances saw Amos collect McGee's free kick before returning it downfield with interest. An awkward handful throughout, Josh Magennis got the aerial better of Matt Clarke and nodded down for Ajose to spin into space before slotting past the advancing McGee. The goal was a nightmare for the tactical purists but it proved that the long ball still has a useful part to play in any team's arsenal.

Stirred out of their apathy, Portsmouth almost equalised immediately after Ahmed Kashi, returning from injury in time for the last surge, fouled Gareth Evans. His victim's free kick was headed goalwards by Clarke but smartly smothered by the first of Amos' crucial saves.

Prolific scorer Pitman (22 league goals this season) had been spending his time in Pearce's pocket, emerging from time to time to discuss referee Mark Heywood's officiating. He was always dangerous, though, and should have made more of another of Evans' free kicks than to head it lamely over the bar.

After Reeves volleyed narrowly wide, Amos preserved the lead by getting down smartly to save substitute Connor Ronan's raking low drive.

Charlton's compulsion to concede needless but dangerous free kicks was continued by Mark Marshall's thoughtless foul on Stuart O'Keefe in the juiciest of positions for Pitman to try his luck from 25 central yards. The veteran's effort was helped on its way to the top left corner by a wicked deflection until Amos twisted mid-dive to waft it over the bar. If it's true that catches win matches, the same can be said for saves of this exemplary quality.

Worrying injuries to hotshot Fosu and the steadily improving Lewis Page marred the Addicks' heartening performance, with Kashi's timely return offsetting the damage. The near top (Blackburn) and near bottom (Rochdale) of League One now stand in the way of their play-off ambitions, tricky Red Rose county opponents with differing agendas. Bring 'em on one at a time because Charlton have cast aside the crippling self-doubt that hampered most of this exhausting campaign. If they don't make it, they'll go down fighting.

Portsmouth: McGee, Thompson (O'Keefe 46), Clarke, Whatmough (Burgess 46), Haunstrup (Ronan 66), Close, Lowe, Evans, Donohue, Naismith, Pitman. Not used: Hawkins, Kennedy, Chaplin, Bass.

Charlton: Amos, Konsa, Bauer, Pearce, Page (Marshall 62), Reeves, Kashi, Forster-Caskey, Fosu (Dasilva 57), Ajose (Kaikai 90), Magennis. Not used: Phillips, Aibo, Lennon, Zyro

Referee: Mark Heywood. Att: 19,210 (2,448 visiting).

Charlton 0 Scunthorpe 1 (Toney 31).

Kevin Nolan reports from The Valley.

It ain't mathematically so. Not yet it ain't. But it's liable to be. Because in every other way, it's becoming obvious. Charlton will be competing again in League One next season. They belong there. When push comes to shove, they're just not good enough even to make the play-offs.

Back-to-back 1-0 defeats by Wimbledon and Scunthorpe thrust the tiresome campaign into sharp relief. The performance near Norbiton was ghastly and for those unfortunate wretches who suffered it, then loyally turned up at The Valley four days later, some sort of therapy might be in order. Nobody should be asked to endure twin nightmares like those traumatic ordeals. Not to mention having to pay for the bitter experience.

The tactical explanations for Charlton's prolonged demise are many and varied. Some experts advocate the diamond, some pundits prefer a more lozenge-shaped set-up, others argue for three at the back, still more big up 4-4-2. Then you've got your wingbacks, hole players, false number 9s, midfield sitters. To press or not to press, play out from the back or get it up front asap.

It's all so technical that it's likely Stephen Hawking would have failed his coaching exams miserably. On the other hand, he might have concluded that football is a simple practice unnecessarily complicated by theory. Its primary aim is to stick the ball in the net more times than your opponents and, in that regard, both Wimbledon and Scunthorpe had the edge over the Addicks.

Charlton's deceptive total of 54 league goals was swelled recently by the surprising 9-goal burst during the false dawn of Lee Bowyer's first three games in charge. Their lack of a proven goalscorer has cost them dearly in otherwise seemingly winnable games. At Wimbledon, blond-thatched Lyle Taylor seized on Patrick Bauer's disastrous slip and coolly poached the game's only goal. Taylor scored again at Walsall on Saturday and his crucial strikes will almost certainly keep modestly-budgeted Wimbledon in League One. The Dons should have been made an offer they couldn't refuse when his availability became an issue earlier this year. But imagination isn't among Roland Duchatelet's characteristics. He keeps his pragmatism close to his chest, which is where you will also come across his chequebook.

Scunthorpe's matchwinner was claimed by Ivan Toney, currently on loan from Newcastle United. His 1-yard tap-in owed more to the work of its creators Jordan Clarke and Hakeeb Adelakun but was celebrated with religious fervour. Giving thanks to a loftier presence, Ivan crossed himself, knelt in prayer, dedicated his achievement to world peace and generally carried on as if he'd scored the world's first-ever goal . He was just a little over the top which muddies the point that he was also an outstanding leader of the Iron's attack. If his magnificently struck second half volley had not been equally magnificently tipped over the bar by Ben Amos, though, the visitors might have had to collect him at an A1 service station on the way back.

Featuring on loan for Charlton in Saturday's glorious sunshine were Sullay Kaikai and Michal Zyro, neither of whom made much of a contribution. Kaikai is highly rated by Bowyer, which comes as a surprise to fans who see a trier with little else to recommend him. The Addicks improved markedly when he was replaced by feisty Tarique Fosu. Slow and clumsy, meanwhile, Zyro suffered in contrast to Toney's excellence while a third loanee, Stephy Mavididi, who replaced Joe Aribo, was again hugely disappointing.

Apart from Fosu, Amos was the only full-time Addick to emerge with credit. His early one-on-one block with his feet after Adelakun was sent clear by Duane Holmes was the first of three great saves by the defiant keeper. His instinctive, flying tip-over spoiled Toney's bid for Goal-of-the-Season and was followed by another electric reaction to beat clear Adelakun's venomous drive. No blame could be attached to Charlton's stand-alone keeper for Toney's goal.

Sprinting through a square defence on to Duane Holmes's through pass, Adelakun was offside by a whisker, wisely paused for thought, then delivered a firm, low cross which left Toney the easy task of converting from a yard out.

Toney's goal - and Taylor's before it - has probably condemned Charlton to another season in the doldrums of League One. The muffled drums are beating slowly, the fifes are playing lowly, the band is rehearsing the last post and chorus. It'll be time soon for Charlton's promotion hopes to be lowered down and for the massed pipers to lament their death with "Flowers of the Forest."

Unless, of course, they win at Shrewsbury while Portsmouth lose at Bradford, in which case... well, you can never tell with football, bloody football, do you?

Charlton: Amos, Dijksteel, Bauer, Pearce, Dasilva, Aribo (Mavididi 76), Forster-Caskey, Zyro (Magennis 53), Reeves, Kaikai (Fosu 54), Ajose. Not used: Phillips, Kashi, Lennon, Konsa. Booked: Kaikai.

Scunthorpe: Gilks, Clarke, Wallace, McArdle, Townsend, Yates, Holmes (McGeehan 76), Ojo, Moris, Toney (Novak 69), Adelakun (Vermijl 84). Not used: Watson, Bishop, Hopper, Burgess.
Referee: Graham Salisbury.

Att: 11,877 (586 visiting).