AFC Wimbledon 2 (Longman 15, 65) Charlton 2 (Stockley 10, Jaiyesimi 21)

Kevin Nolan wrestles with his emotions and moderates his language in Grove Park.

Charlton's new boss Nigel Adkins has been relaxing at home since leaving his last managerial job but it's safe to assume he kept up with developments within the game by one means or another. It's not known where he stands on the practice of "playing out from the back", or, as it's more technically called, "building from the back" which is all the rage nowadays. Everyone from Manchester City to the Dog and Duck's second team are at it with, it must be said, varying degrees of competence. City are flagship exponents of the method while D & D's reserves frequently degenerate into heated recriminations and even the odd fistfight when things, as they do, go horribly wrong.

Charlton wasted little time in demonstrating to their recently arrived gaffer that they've never quite grasped the mechanics of building from the back. From time to time, they've ended up covered in brick dust while some gleeful opponent makes off for the corner flag to join his mates in celebrating an unexpected windfall. For visual evidence, Adkins might usefully be referred to videos of the 2019 Wembley play-off final or more appositely the evening of November 24th 2020 when the Addicks shot themselves in both feet and had to limp through an embarrassing 4-2 defeat by Burton Albion. Nigel might be the one to explain why horsing around at the back is preferred to the admittedly cruder practice of clearing the ball over the halfway line into the opposition's half. After all, what's the point of passing among yourselves in the shadow of your goal anyway? Where does it get you? And are you some kind of Luddite if you despair over the suicidal sequence of events which gifted AFC Wimbledon's their second equaliser on Saturday?

The details of Charlton's latest descent into lunacy are starkly simple. Standing over a goal kick 20 minutes into the second half, Ben Amos had the obvious option of launching it routinely out of harm's way. Standing next to him, meanwhile, Akin Famewo would doubtless have applauded his goalkeeper's decision to do exactly that; his obvious diffidence suggested he wanted nothing to do with the ball. When it reached him, he prodded it half-heartedly back to Amos without taking into account the predatory presence of Ryan Longman, who was loitering nearby with baleful intent. Concluding reasonably that both Amos and Famewo had temporarily taken leave of their senses, the Brighton loanee quietly rolled his second goal of the afternoon into a yawning net. "Really disappointed" was Adkins' admirably restrained reaction to the disaster. Er, quite so boss. I must confess to being -erm- disappointed myself. I was few other things as well, over which we will draw a discreet veil.

As significant as the loss of two important points was the departure, after less than five minutes, of in-form forward Conor Washington. A hamstring injury was the discouraging diagnosis, which was hardly the news Washington's admirers wanted to hear. To their credit, the stricken Addicks re-grouped and were in front mere minutes later. Picking up a clearance from Amos, Albie Morgan's fine pass sent Liam Millar ghosting past Luke O'Neill on the left flank. The winger's head-high cross on the run was cleverly nodded beyond Nikola Tzanev by Jayden Stockley at the near post and the visitors were off and running towards three apparently comfortable points. That feeling lasted all of five minutes, which was the time these gutsy Dons needed to draw level again

Almost inevitably ex-Addick Joe Pigott was crucially involved in his side's prompt equaliser. Receiving Alex Woodyard's pass in heavy traffic, he astutely kept the ball moving into Longman's path. With momentum lending him wings, the fleet-footed loanee cut inside from the right and placed a crisp low drive across Amos into the far bottom corner.

Continuing the trend of a goal every five minutes, Charlton quickly regained the lead through Diallang Jaiyeisimi. Boldly preferred to Chuks Aneke as Washington' replacement, he hung back as Millar chased down Jake Forster-Caskey's fine, lofted pass and was unmarked as the winger picked him out. Using one touch to steady himself, Jaiyesimi drilled a precise shot into the middle of the goal. His coolness and accuracy were impressive.

In an entertaining game, both sides came close to a winner. For the Dons, Pigott broke clear to rattle a post with a ferocious, angled drive while Longman failed by inches to complete a hat-trick as Oksanen's fiercely driven cross eluded him on its way to safety. Much improved on his recent performances, Millar drew a fine save from Tzanev before Aneke hit the woodwork deep into added time.

Then it was over to Adkins who patiently explained how the early loss of Washington forced his hand and meant an adjustment to Charlton's diamond shape. It was very helpful but the experienced manager doesn't need me to remind him that the only diamonds worth a carat in football are goals. Unlike basketball where an error becomes irrelevant in a blizzard of points, goals are hard to come by in football; if you average two per game, you're on the way to the top. To gift your opponents one, therefore amounts to no less than criminal behaviour. Even Dog & Duck's second team manager knows the consequences of that. Anyway, welcome aboard, Mr. Adkins. You've got your hands full. Sorting out Charlton's chaotic defending for a start.

Wimbledon: Tzanev, O'Neill (Guiness-Walker 64), Woodyard, Nightingale, Alexander, Dobson, Oksanen, Longman, Woodyard, Assal (Rudoni 64), Pigott. Not used: Palmer, Chislett, McLoughlin, Cox, Asew. Booked: Oksanen.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Famewo, Pearce, Maatsen, Morgan (Pratley 78), Shinnie, Forster-Caskey, Millar (Aneke 68), Washington (Jaiyesimi 5, Schwartz 79), Stockley. Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Oshilaja, Watson. Booked: Aneke

Referee: Charles Breakspear.

Fleetwood Town 1 (Madden 42) Charlton 1 (Stockley 6).

It's pretty simple, really, so pay attention please. All Charlton need to do if they intend to rejoin League One's play-offs race is to "string some results together and go on a bit of a run." That's what everyone says and you have to admit they're hard to argue with. Trouble is it's easier said than done because one also-ran after another has insisted on throwing an annoying spanner in the works. They simply won't accept that the Addicks are their superiors. It would be so much easier if they would.

Take Fleetwood Town, for argument's sake. They proved themselves stubborn opponents when Joey Barton brought them to The Valley in early November. Two down early in the first half, they fought back to equalise before the break thanks to a pair of expertly taken goals from Ched Evans. It took a second half penalty converted by Conor Washington to subdue them.

That exciting victory completed a six-game winning streak for Charlton, since when both Barton and Evans have left Fleetwood - predictably and unpleasantly. Some falling-out involving the subtext of Hamlet's "to be or not to be" soliloquy, was the last straw, so we hear. Turns out Joey was quoting from it, Ched began taking the mickey and things turned nasty. To borrow one of Joey's favourite words, their behaviour was egregious.

Since the toxic duo left Highbury, it's probably been a more relaxed place to report for work. But the Fishermen have subsided from the 7th position they occupied last November to the virtual anonymity of 13th, out of touch with the play-off contenders but under no real threat of relegation. The draw they shared with Charlton on the wind-battered
Fylde Coast was no doubt regarded with mixed emotions. Although the point was useful in achieving their aim of mid-table security, they will know an excellent opportunity was spurned to claim all three after they dominated all but the opening ten minutes. Frankly, they missed Evans who might have converted at least one of the many chances they created. On second thoughts, scrub that. Nobody should have to miss Ched Evans.

Charlton, on the other hand, will regret their latest failure to beat another of League One's middle-of-the-road members. They were, in fact, lucky to head for home with a point which might yet turn out to be more important than it appears right now. And for that slender consolation they are indebted to the brilliance of goalkeeper Ben Amos and to the one moment of quality they contributed to this clash between so-called "haves" and irreverent "have nots."

Their excellent 6th minute goal stood out among the general dross offered by the visitors, not that it had much competition. A cohesive move along their left flank was begun by Ian Maatsen, whose pass to Liam Millar allowed the wide man to check inside and find Andrew Shinnie. Feinting to cross right-footed, the Scottish playmaker took two defenders out of the equation by turning sharply on to his left foot to deliver a delicately flighted cross. Ignoring Harrison Holgate's earnest attempt to knock his block off, Jayden Stockley dived full length to head past Alex Cairns.

Stockley's third goal since joining Charlton signalled their end as an attacking force. Fleetwood took over and pinned them inside their own half, with Kyle Vassell leading the fightback. Under pressure from Akin Famewo, the big striker shot narrowly wide, then turned to test Amos. Four minutes before the break, veteran Paddy Madden's equaliser rivalled Stockley's opener in preparation and execution. A rapid exchange of passes between Vassell and Mark Duffy played the latter behind Maatsen to cut back a low cross from the byeline. Meeting the ball crisply, Madden finished the move from the six-yard line.

The second half of this dour game was totally dominated by Simon Grayson's rugged side. In holding them scoreless, Amos came into his own with a hat-trick of saves from Vassell before his brilliant point-blank reflexes somehow denied Madden a second goal, with Chris Gunter completing the clearance. The one-way traffic headed exclusively for the heroic Amos.

Charlton's mulish adherence to "building from the back", meanwhile, was as much threat to them as Fleetwood's admittedly untutored onslaught. Stubbornly declining to move the ball quickly, they struggled to cross the halfway line and frequently were the authors of their own defensive problems. If the definition of madness is what they say it is, the increasingly haggard Addicks, in sticking to their calamity-inviting guns, were off their rockers. But at least their spirit, which remained unbroken, saw them through to an exceedingly fortunate point.

So who's next? Right, that'll be Burton Albion on Tuesday, rock bottom in the division and winners of just five of their 27 league games. Just what the doctor ordered to launch that aforementioned "bit of a run." No sense in dwelling on "that bleak November day" when the Brewers notched up one of their five wins by wading into Charlton's boneheaded insistence on swanning around near their goal, before twice pinching the ball from them and punishing their arrogance. Nah, no chance we'll repeat those mistakes. After all, we're not mad...

Burton: Cairns, Hill, Connolly, Holgate, Donacien (Burns 76), Duffy (Camps 90), Rossiter, Batty, Andrew, Madden, Vassell. Not used: Coleman, Morris, Saunders, Biggins, Rydel. Booked: Madden, Rossiter.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Oshilaja, Famewo, Maatsen, (Purrington 61), Millar, Pratley (Watson 57), Smith (Morgan 56), Shinnie, Stockley, Schwartz (Washington 56). Not used: Jaiyesimi, Pearce, Harness. Booked: Oshilaja, Millar, Pratley, Stockley.

Referee: Carl Boyeson.

Rochdale 0 Charlton 2 (Aneke 7, Oshilaja 27).

Still hunkered down at home, Kevin Nolan hung on every word uttered by Terry Smith and Greg Stubley at Rochdale. Including Terry's jubilant reaction seconds before Chuks Aneke scored. A bit unsettling, that was. But very welcome.

When Charlton were dispassionately dismissed by Portsmouth at The Valley four days before this tricky fixture, their defeat brought in its wake more than the usual dose of bitter backbiting. An apocalyptic injury list, rotational changes to each successive starting X1 and a stubborn fondness for shoehorning players into unfamiliar positions had finally brought the Addicks to their knees. Factor in fake diamonds, false No.9s and a place in the post-season play-offs seemed unlikely. I hold my hands up and admit my fair share of moaning but then, where Charlton are concerned, I've never been one for mindless optimism. In fact, I'm the sort of cautious bloke who instinctively checks first with the linesman before allowing myself to celebrate whenever we score. Doubting Thomas? He couldn't carry my bag.

In the immediate wake of the Pompey setback, the Addicks were sent to Spotland, or Crown Oil Arena as nobody calls it, for the away stage of their knockabout double act with unpretentious Rochdale. Memories were still fresh of that chilly January evening when Jimmy Barry-Murphy's side were handed leads of 2-0, 3-1 and 4-2 before being pegged back to 4-4. When the visitors kicked off after Charlton's final equaliser, the ref absentmindedly announced "next goal wins it!"

Anyone looking forward to similar shenanigans in outer Manchester was doomed to disappointment. Lee Bowyer's men turned up in sober mood, no doubt suitably reminded of their responsibilities and with nothing but business in mind. Forget the modest scoreline - Rochdale were taken to school by a solid line-up which talked the talk on paper and walked the walk on grass. Two down inside the opening half hour, they struggled on haplessly as their visitors, with uncharacteristic efficiency, strolled to a victory which, aided by favourable results elsewhere, breathed new life into their promotion challenge.

It was impossible to identify a weak link in Saturday's triumphant squad. And almost as impossible to name a player who stood out from the pack. Almost but not quite impossible, that is, because wounded warrior Deji Oshilaja was different class. Easy to pick out with a rakish bandage covering an early head cut, Oshilaja, despite his relative lack of inches, won every header, tackled and blocked selflessly, as well as gilding the lily by scoring Charlton's second goal -his first ever for the Addicks. When a basic clearance is called for, Deji is your old-school defender, more than ready to put his laces through the ball. Not for him any of that Russian Roulette they call "playing out from the back". Bosh! Sorted! Have it!

Oshilaja was run close for MOM by Darren Pratley, who was on his best Bill Sikes form - hustling, harassing and hunting down the opposition, but on this occasion remaining scrupulously legal, above board and yellow card-free. Also worthy of recognition were "seven-out-of-ten" Ben Purrington and Chuks Aneke, whose 11th goal of the season highlighted an outstanding contribution, one which was impressively emulated by strike partner Jayden Stockley.

It was Aneke who fired the Addicks into a 7th minute lead they were never likely to relinquish. The approach work was provided by Purrington, whose pass sent Liam Millar burrowing into the home penalty area, where he picked out Aneke, his back to goal and closely monitored by Gabriel Osho. Turning sharply to his left, Aneke casually shrugged off Osho and drilled a low shot into the far bottom corner.

Encouraged by their success, the visitors sought urgently to build on it. A persistent nuisance to 'Dale, Millar cut in from the left and, frustrated by an unwanted deflection off Ollie Rathbone, clipped the bar right-footed. An important second goal was not delayed long, though, and arrived through an unlikely source. Andrew Shinnie's inswinging left wing corner was bulleted goalwards by a horizontal Stockley but saved brilliantly by Gavin Bazunu. Recycling the rebound on the byline, Jake Forster-Caskey returned the ball to Pratley, whose chipped cross was met gymnastically by Jason Pearce's diving header and turned past Bazunu by the outside of Oshilaja's right foot. With over an hour remaining, a rout seemed on the cards but Rochdale improved, with referee Bramall looking tolerantly on a pair of 50-50 penalty appeals and Aneke unlucky to see another sharp drive bounce harmlessly off the woodwork.

Barry-Murphy's men soldiered on, with Charlton's Valley nemesis Baah gliding in from the left but blasting high over the bar and Aaron Morley's deceptive corner posing an awkward problem for an underworked Ben Amos. Bazunu kept his side interested by spectacularly tipping Aneke's fierce drive to safety but long before then this one-sided game had ceased to function as a contest.

Bowyer is regularly on record, meanwhile, as warning against overcooking either the elation of victory or the despair of defeat and he knows what he's talking about. But then again "a fan hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest." So, for the time being, enjoy the moment, at least until next Saturday when Gillingham show up at The Valley to bring us down to earth. Only joking! We'll moider the bums! Or maybe end up grateful to draw...

Rochdale: Bazunu, McLaughlin (Keohane 68), Osho (Vale 80), O'Connell, Roberts (Done 60), Dooley (Newby 60), Morley, Rathbone (Grant 68), Baah, Humphrys, Lund. Not used: Shaughnessy, McNulty. Booked: O'Connell.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter (Matthews 78), Oshilaja, Pearce, Purrington, Shinnie (Jaiysimi 78), Pratley, Forster-Caskey (Morgan 90) Millar, Stockley, Aneke (Schwartz 86). Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Smith, Watson. Booked: Gunter.

Referee: Thomas Bramall.

Peterborough Utd (Szmodics 66,79) Charlton 1 (Washington 14,pen).

by Kevin Nolan on duty back at home, where he belongs.

Two descents into momentary madness destroyed what had promised to be an untroubled, tactical tour-de-force by Charlton. On arguably the worst playing surface in League One, they had adapted sensibly to the conditions, kept things deliberately simple and were proceeding uneventfully behind the early lead supplied by Conor Washington's early penalty. Then abruptly they shot themselves twice - once in each foot.

Their first concession involved an outbreak of slapstick misunderstanding - comical under different circumstances but disastrous in this serious context. While converging on an innocuous high ball through the middle, Jason Pearce and Deji Oshilaja contrived to impede each other and turned what should have been a routine clearance into a music hall farce, which Brian Rix might have authored. Subdued up to that point, Jonson Clarke-Harris was quick to exploit the carnage, his flick sending Sammie Szmodics through to slot calmly past Ben Amos. From busy beasts of prey, Charlton became hypnotised rabbits in Peterborough's headlights.

A creditable draw with freescoring Posh (25 goals in 10 home games) was still achievable until more Keystone Kops defending ruined even that modest ambition and handed all three points to their grateful hosts. A faithful re-run of the opening goal saw the hapless Pearce combine with substitute Andrew Shinnie to make an unholy mess of dealing with another apparently harmless delivery near the left touchline. Pearce hesitated, as did Shinnie; both were lost as the predatory Clarke-Harris solved their dilemma, his accurate pass slipping Symodics clear to beat Amos again, this time off the foot of a post.

Before the end, Symodics and Amos confronted one another again, with the keeper winning their third one-on-one duel by blocking the on-fire forward's shot. It was too late to matter by then, with the Addicks already reduced to a broken, disorderly rabble. But until Posh's prolific striker equalised, their tactics had been spot-on. They carried out Lee Bowyer's game plan faithfully, with high-end pressure, tigerish group tackling and defensive responsibility unsettling their normally freewheeling opponents. Taken aback , Duncan Ferguson's men struggled to assert the usual authority they enjoy at home. The question was whether Charlton could keep it up. Five minutes past the hour mark, we had our answer.

On 14 minutes, however, the visitors' future looked bright. They had signalled their aggressive intent shortly after kick-off, with Ian Maatsen's fierce drive skimming the crossbar. It was no shock when they took the lead, with Pearce an important contributor at the right end of United's ill-kempt potato patch. In pursuit of Jake Forster-Caskey's free kick, he was clumsily hauled to the ground by Ethan Hamilton and despite goalkeeper Christy Pym's pointless protests, for which he was booked, a penalty was correctly awarded. From 12 yards, Washington made not altogether convincing work of claiming his 7th goal of the season.

Buoyed by their early success, the Addicks were good value for the lead they brought back to the dressing room at half-time. Oshilaja and Pearce were a redoubtable barrier to progress down the middle, with Darren Pratley in belligerent mood ahead of them; Clarke-Harris and Symodics were reduced to scraps of occasional possession.  Full backs Maatsen and Chris Gunter were sound, with Forster-Caskey continuing his recent improvement as midfield organiser. From Omar Bogle up front to Amos in goal, each Addick contributed to a tireless defensive operation which, while hardly attractive, was effective. But it couldn't last.

Had Gunter netted a straightforward headed chance soon after the break, the Addicks might have sealed  an unexpected victory over close promotion rivals. His miss denied them the clear water they needed to see them home and an old, familiar feeling of inevitability greeted Posh's equaliser and their eventual winner. That both goals resulted from defensive howlers fails to mitigate the deep disappointment felt in countless living rooms in South London and North Kent. It suggests that Charlton are a decent League One side, whose Championship ambitions are currently so much pie in the sky. And as for the trumpeted five-year plan to "get back where we belong" in the Premier League, that should perhaps be filed under "temporary insanity." There's nothing wrong with mindless optimism. Trouble is that a withering dash of reality is often served as dessert.

In the shorter term, the Addicks will be seeking some sort of redemption against Swindon Town at The Valley on Saturday. It's not too late to make a run for the play-offs. That particular optimism is grounded, not mindless. And we're not too bad at play-offs.

Peterborough: Pym, Butler, Thompson, Beevers, Kent, Taylor, Clarke-Harris, Dembele, Symodics, Kanu (Burrows 58), Hamilton (Brown 64). Not used: Gyollai, Eisa, Broom, Jones, Mason. Booked, Pym, Kent, Symodics.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Oshilaja, Pearce, Maatsen, Smyth (Gilbey 79), Pratley, Forster-Caskey (Shinnie 71), Millar (Williams 79), Bogle (Aneke 67), Washington (Schwartz 67). Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Harness, Matthews. Booked: Forster-Caskey, Millar, Smyth, Pratley.

Referee: S. Purkiss. 

Bristol Rovers 0 Charlton 1 (Liam Millar 64).

By Kevin Nolan observing press box etiquette from home.

Past masters in the dark art of torturing both themselves and their hypertensive supporters, Charlton at least ended their recent mini-slump in less than imperious fashion. A first clean sheet since October 31st and their streakiest goal of the season were enough to deliver this sorely needed victory. It wasn't always pretty but the result was potentially pivotal.

It hardly needs mentioning Lee Bowyer's boys were at pains to prolong the agony before all three points were nailed down. Yet again they were reduced to ten men, with Albie Morgan the latest Addick to see red but fortunately had enough about them to withstand a wave of late pressure from desperate Rovers. And had Omar Bogle finished an added time chance with greater aplomb, those last uncomfortable minutes might have been avoided. Let's start at the end and work backward.

Caught on the break while understandably flooding forward, Gas were split open by an artfully judged through pass from Ronnie Schwartz which sent fellow substitute Bogle through on his own to confront Joe Day. With possibly too much time to consider his options, Chris Gunter's left-footed shot was alertly saved by the advancing keeper. It was then Schwartz' turn to frustrate Bowyer, his inadvertent goalline block of Gunter's piledriver denying the visitors breathing space. The Addicks should have been punished for their profligacy but Alfie Kilgour may find it hard to explain to his manager Paul Tisdale how he managed to direct a point blank header over rather than under Ben Amos' bar. An equaliser then and Bowyer's sunny post-match mood might never have seen the light of day.

Charlton's 64th minute match-winner relied on the old advice that if you can't be good, be lucky. It arrived via a right wing corner taken by setpiece guvnor Jake Forster-Caskey, who declined Liam Millar's offer to improve his angle and drilled a head-high delivery along the right byline. On his way towards the near post, Millar made a game, twisting effort to help it on its way but missed. His feint did succeed in bemusing a slow-on-the-uptake home defence, which stood transfixed as the ball wriggled inside the near corner. Millar's hopefully tongue-in-cheek attempt to claim credit never really gained popular support. It was the otherwise outstanding Forster-Caskey's goal and reward for his dramatic improvement in form.

The goal, by the way, was saluted by a gathering of ecstatic Addicks around the corner flag from which Forster-Caskey had delivered his decisive flagkick. In flagrant contravention of the unofficial dictum deploring physical excess, they cavorted and capered in the usual manner, with not so much as a mask among them. In Grove Park, meanwhile, we kept our heads and celebrated a little more decorously. A hearty old-fashioned "Hip-hip-hooray" was quickly organised and elbow bumps were exchanged. We even remembered our manners enough to clap plucky Rovers off the field at the end. As someone with previous in away press boxes (most memorably among them an unfortunate misunderstanding which followed a late equaliser by Johnnie Jackson at Ipswich), I was anxious we behave appropriately. I've mellowed appreciably since the post-match unpleasantness at St. Andrews after we'd clung on to a 4-3 nailbiter all those years ago. Anyone who knows me will vouch for that. I'm not currently barred anywhere in the country, not even at Hartlepool, where a 4-0 thumping didn't sit well with the locals and led to some regrettably heated exchanges.

Until Forster-Caskey's fortune-favoured goal ignited the closing stages, a fairly routine game had chugged along with the visitors in charge but never quite secure. His hand forced by injury and suspension, Bowyer deployed a solid-looking side to face struggling Rovers. Without four centre backs, he moved Gunter inside from right back, continued with Deji Oshilaja alongside him and brought in Adam Matthews to replace Gunter. Old pros Gunter and Matthews were dependably steady while Oshilaja was excellent. Never giving anything but his best, Deji was inspirational, his tackling and interceptions backed up by a willingness to put his body on the line in a warrior's determination to block goalbound shots at source.

Chances were few and equally shared. Ex-Addick Brandon Hanlon squandered Rover's most promising opening, scuffing wide a perfect cutback from the left byline supplied by Jonah Ayunga. Both he and Ayunga blasted efforts into the sidenet before Ben Amos came to the visitors' rescue by denying Luke McCormick in one-on-one confrontation. Charlton were hardly explosive themselves, being restricted to early long range shots from Chuks Aneke and Forster-Caskey. An earnest but dull encounter was heading for goalless stalemate until luck positively beamed on the Londoners. The task of protecting their advantage seemed straightforward enough until Albie Morgan picked up two yellow cards, the second of them a needlessly late challenge on Jack Baldwin. Sensing an unexpected opportunity, Rovers rallied and made the closing minutes unnecessarily awkward. Five added minutes hardly eased the strain but there was no repetition of the late reverses which have blighted Charlton's season.

There's a promotion contender striving to surface in this injury-depleted squad. When -and if - Bowyer is able to name a full-strength team, it might assert itself. It's important until then to stay in touch with the pacesetters, none of whom appear to be impregnable. Tuesday's daunting trip to home specialists Peterborough might tell us more... nobody said it would be easy.

Rovers: Day, Leahy, Grant, (Rodman 90), Upson, Westbrooke, Hanlon, McCormick (Barrett 76), Kilgour, Ayunga, Hare (Harries 58), Baldwin. Not used: Van Stappershoeff, Little, Ogogo, Koiko.

Charlton: Amos, Matthews, Gunter, Oshilaja, Maatsen, Williams (Smyth 69) Gilbey 82), Morgan, Forster-Caskey, Millar, Aneke (Bogle 69), Washington (Schwartz 69). Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Purrington, Barker. Booked: Oshilaja, Morgan (2) - sent off.

Referee: P. Wright.

Hull City 2 (Adelakun 18, Docherty 75) Charlton 0.

By Kevin Nolan, mercifully placed well south of DW Stadium.

Having dropped four valuable points in recent 2-2 draws with mediocre opponents Shrewsbury Town and Plymouth Argyle, Charlton were handed an inviting opportunity to get back on track against depleted Hull City. Unsettled and distracted by Covid-19 worries, Grant McCann's hopefully rusty Tigers seemed fair game to be brought down by visitors with ground to make up.  You hardly need telling that's not how it turned out, of course.

In assessing this drearily beige offering, it must first be conceded that Lee Bowyer's plans for this season have been regularly torn to shreds by an injury list of frequently pandemic proportions. At DW Stadium, his thinning squad lost Ben Watson after 10 minutes but escaped otherwise unscathed until Darren Pratley found another way of joining the absentees by getting himself sent off early in the second half and incurring suspension. As the door closed behind him, Chuks Aneke opened another by thoughtfully completing a one-game ban and will be available to Bowyer for next Friday's TV titbit against Accrington Stanley.  Your classic example of one step forward, two steps back.

The under-pressure gaffer hardly eased the strain by leaving Akin Famewo on the bench, where he shared space with Marcus Maddison, whose injection of class had saved the day against Plymouth. Famewo is either fit or not fit - if the latter, his presence among the substitutes was surely pointless. The almost wilful indifference to Maddison, meanwhile, is equally difficult to understand. An anaemic line-up which as good as surrendered to Hull clearly lacked the creativity Charlton's enfant terrible can supply when he's in the mood. He might be a pain in the tuchas but he would have had a point to prove to Hull, where he spent a few wheel-spinning months not too long ago. He was worth a punt and it was frankly mystifying that he was ignored while his colleagues threshed around feebly in front of him.

For this ill-fated fixture, Bowyer named an oddly deployed starting line-up featuring right-footed Matthews at left back again, with naturally left-footed Ian Maatsen in right midfield. Neither the experienced Matthews nor the L-plated Maatsen embarrassed himself but the Addicks were a lopsided mess who surprised us all by lasting 18 minutes before conceding what turned out to be a decisive goal.

When Jacob Greaves lofted a measured pass into a yawning space behind the visitors' undermanned defence, Mallik Wilks was alone and unhindered while bringing the ball down and driving it waist-high across the six-yard area. An inadvertent deflection off both Jason Pearce and Ben Amos left Habeeb Adelukan the easy task of tapping home from close range.  His goal made the remaining minutes mere motions to be gone through, though it took the Tigers fifty seven of those minutes to deliver the coup-de-grace. And if you find my wording ugly - well, it fits in well with this equally ugly game.

Without suggesting even once that they had it in them to equalise, Charlton pottered around aimlessly. Their ineptitude was even more firmly demonstrated by Pratley, who responded to Wilks' baiting and kicked out at his tormentor. His inane dismissal had absolutely no effect on the outcome of a game, in which the Addicks merely made up the numbers they were again at pains to reduce. Describing their offensive contribution needn't detain us for long.

The less said the better, for instance, about the mess made by Omar Bogle of connecting with the chance laid on for him when Pearce nodded down Jake Forster-Caskey's corner. So we'll say no more about it. Forster-Caskey himself  was responsible for the Addicks' best effort, his free kick forcing George Long into a diving save to keep out a respectable delivery. There isn't much else to say except to note that, at least, the general misery didn't include a long journey home from Humberside.

To be fair, there's the small matter of describing the Tigers' irrelevant second goal. It occurred while refreshments were being served in Grove Park and passed without comment or curse. To be honest, our interest was waning anyway by the time substitute Keane Lewis-Potter placed on a plate a chance which Wilks inexplicably headed against a post. Skipper George Honeyman alertly re-cycled the rebound for Greg Docherty to bash past Amos. Had it been a fight, the referee would have been justified in stopping it. Mind you, he could have spared us needless punishment by waving it over after City's first goal. You gotta know when you're beaten. And we were already beaten...

Hull: Long, Emmanuel, Jones, Greaves, Fleming, Smallwood (Batty 84), Docherty, Honeyman (Slayter 78), Adelukan (Mayer 78), Wilks, Eaves (Lewis-Potter 78).    Not used: Ingram, Coyle, McLoughlin

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Pearce, Pratley, Matthews, Maatsen, Watson (Gilbey 10), Forster-Caskey, Morgan(Williams 61), Washington, Bogle (Smyth 46). Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Purrington, Famewo, Maddison.

Referee: Martin Coy.   

In memory of Tom Morris, friend and colleague. In an old school age, I wrote the reports, Tom expertly took the photos and Peter Cordwell added the snappy headlines.  We've lost an artist. Go gentle into that good night, Tom.

Swindon Town 2 (Jaiysemi 26, Pitman 90) Charlton 2 (Bogle 37, Aneke 61)

Kevin Nolan moderates his language to report Charlton's latest added time fiasco.

Charlton's tiresome inability to withstand late pressure and protect a slender lead to the bitter end returned to haunt them at the County Ground. Their confused defending of a last gasp setpiece proved, not for the first time, to be the Achilles heel into which a poor Swindon side fired a point-saving arrow.

John Sheridan's struggling Robins were beavering away gamely but optimistically when Chris Gunter was forced to concede a left wing corner. As both teams crowded into a heaving penalty area, Matt Smith swung in the flagkick, which veteran substitute Bret Pitman, finding space in the maelstrom, looped over Ben Amos and into the net off the underside of the bar. Pitman, it might be worth noting, was a relative pygmy among the giants surrounding him.

That familiar feeling of gut-wrenching disbelief radiated through countless Southland living rooms as TVs and laptops were abruptly switched off in disgust. The behaviour in one Grove Park house was nothing short of disgraceful but you can push some people only so far. "Oi vey iz mir!" was the most imaginative of the salty comments uttered. Others among us relied on tried and tested Anglo-Saxon epithets. You can always turn to the tried and tested. Especially when you feel tried and tested.

And so another late goal continued a trend which has accelerated Charlton's recent fall from grace. The chronically bad habit did much to relegate them last season. It promises to keep them where they are this time around and happens too often to be dismissed as coincidental. Admittedly the absence of centre backs Akin Famewo and Ryan Innis removed, at two ill-timed strokes, the rock-like partnership responsible for the sequence of early-season clean sheets but a corporate lack of grit or bottle - call it what you will -has more to do with it. Scarcely one fan expected them to hang on against Swindon as they dropped deeper, gave the ball away regularly and launched panicky clearances, which were picked up and returned with interest. And the groan which greeted the fateful corner was born of bitter experience.

A rare unchanged side, which named Omar Bogle over Chuks Aneke and preferred a largely anonymous Ryan Gilbey to in-form Jonny Williams had made heavy weather of putting Swindon in their place - a place which, even after this useful draw, still leaves Town in the relegation basement. On the back of the previous weekend's demolition of AFC Wimbledon, the visitors were expected to overwhelm the Westcountrymen but their diffident approach to an apparently uncomplicated task allowed their hosts to gain a foothold. After nearly a half hour of shapeless sparring, Swindon moved into a surprising lead with a goal out of context with its scruffy surroundings.

Adding vision to his diligent midfield industry, Dion Conroy made progress on the left before picking out Diallang Jaiysemi to the right of Charlton's goal. Showing impressive control, the persistent wide man's acute turn inside sent marker Ian Maatsen sprawling and gained him space to blast an unstoppable drive past Amos. Jaiysemi remained Swindon's main threat although Maatsen stuck to the task of containing him with commendable zeal.

Swindon's lead stood up for only ten minutes before Bogle equalised. Played in behind the home defence by Maatsen, he brushed aside a weak effort to stop him and was in the act of rounding Matej Kovar when the keeper clipped his heels. A penalty was obvious but Kovar's intervention supplied a stumbling Bogle with the impetus he needed to almost comically prod the ball into a vacant net. Mere minutes later, Marcus Maddison's pass gave him an even clearer chance to score again but an ugly mess was made of finishing from two yards out.

Replaced as usual by Aneke, this time during the interval, Bogle had at least answered his critics by scoring. And as long as Aneke is considered incapable of completing 90 minutes, their either-or relationship seems set to continue. Just past the hour, big Chuks made his point by putting Charlton ahead after Conor Washington drew Kovar from his line and unselfishly squared for him to tap home from two yards.

With a half hour separating them from three priceless points, the Addicks should have blown their lowly opposition out of the water. A re-run of the second half exuberance which lit up The Valley a week previously would have done the trick but caution ruled and instead poor choices in possession and inability to look after the ball turned the game into an unsightly mishmash which allowed one of League One's feebler sides hope of salvation. They were never "comfortable" as Lee Bowyer claimed post-game and were desperately hanging on by the time Pitman equalised. That's the way it looked, at least from the Lord Melchett-like position of immunity adopted by this witness.

The discouraging result threw a wet blanket over the cheerful, positive vibe spread about him by Thomas Sangaard - or Thomas Standguard as he could be appropriately renamed. He seems like a regular bloke but why should he be spared the frequent disappointment, bordering on despair, which goes with the territory of following Charlton? It's part of the deal, Thomas? Merry Christmas anyway and the same to all of you. But if only somebody had got his head on that bloody corner, it might have been whole lot merrier...

Swindon: Kovar, Odimayo, Bauldry, Friars, Grounds, Grant (Hunt 85), Conroy, Tom Smith (Pitman 62), Jaiysemi, Matt Smith, Jonny Smith (Payne 48). Booked: Odimayo, Pitman.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Pratley, Pearce, Maatsen, Watson, Forster-Caskey (Purrington 66), Gilbey, Maddison (Matthews 72), Bogle (Aneke 46), Washington. Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Oshilaja, Levitt, Williams. Booked: Forster-Caskey.

Shrewsbury Town 1 (Norburn 90+4) Charlton 1 (Watson 72)

A last kick penalty, nervelessly converted by Ollie Norburn, dealt Charlton's promotion ambitions another sickening blow in Shropshire on Saturday. After staggering through intense pressure during a torrid last quarter hour, they were within seconds of making off with three precious points when they imploded. And as long as football matches are decided on the playing field and not in small claims court, whether they deserved them doesn't matter, not even as a moot point. You deserve what the scoreline says you deserve. That's how it works in football.

It's the nature of the grand old game, of course, that Shrewsbury will be far more pleased with their point than their loftier visitors. A last gasp equaliser makes a draw feel like a victory, whereas the Addicks felt like the stuffing had been knocked out of them. Their own goal had been scored in the game's later stages but triggered an almost instant wave of panic through the ranks. As the desperate home side drove them back, they were opposed -at times single-handedly - by Ben Amos, whose series of brilliant saves brought his beleaguered side to the brink of victory. You might even say that Amos deserved to end up a winner.

One last conclusive clearance would have done trick as the last of four added minutes ebbed away when Albie Morgan popped up on the edge of the penalty area to lend a hand. Unhappily his agricultural attempt to help out his defence was badly sliced back towards Charlton's goal. Akin Famewo did his best to solve the airborne problem but its treacherous flight deceived him and allowed substitute Dave Edwards to fasten on to the elusive ball. Dangerous but still with a lot to do among a throng of opponents, Edwards was no doubt delighted to make contact with Chris Gunter's unwisely inserted foot and understandably made the most of it. The spotkick was inevitable, skipper Norburn made cool work of drilling it past and Charlton's most recent gift to League One's needy was signed, sealed and duly delivered. Bludgeoned by Burton, finessed by MK Dons, their pockets picked by Shrewsbury; AFC Wimbledon are next in the queue for a handout.

Ringing his usual changes, the most notable of which welcomed Jason Pearce back to the colours, preferred Jake Forster-Caskey to Albie Morgan in midfield and obstinately named Omar Bogle over Chuks Aneke, Lee Bowyer can hardly be accused of dithering. His controversial first half withdrawal of Bogle recently showed his ruthless side. At Shrewsbury, he replaced an ineffectual Ryan Gilbey with Jonny Williams on 62 minutes before hooking Williams and rushing on Adam Matthews with five minutes left. A clear signal to the lowly home side had been made. Charlton were at bay, their backs to the wall and unapologetically desperate to hang on to what they had. Not exactly the attitude expected of a member of the division's elite but, there you go, needs must…

Nothing the Addicks contributed to this scruffy, scrappy game had daunted Town. Their mediocrity was matched -and more than matched at times - by their more upwardly mobile guests. The sides vied with each other to hand over possession, the long ball found new favour, one was as crude as the other. Nothing of note is worth reporting so let's hasten on to the 72nd minute when Charlton surprised everyone, not least themselves, by scoring. And at least one of this dreary game's better performers claimed dubious credit for the goal.

Breaking quickly on to Amos' clearance, Charlton cut through the left side of Town's rearguard, helped on by Bogle's hustle and the pass fed by Williams to an overlapping Gunter on his right. The right back's cutback was sidefooted goalwards by Ben Watson, caught a huge deflection off Aaron Pierre, and left Matija Sarkic stranded as it headed for the opposite corner. Watson's first goal for Charlton was laced with good fortune, might even have been an own goal but will, quite properly, be claimed by the estimable veteran.

Far from inspiring Bowyer's boys, as it turned out, the lead was bravely protected by their outstanding keeper. Great saves by Amos kept out piledrivers from Norburn, Shaun Walley and Marc Pugh. then he excelled at the feet of a rampaging Charlie Daniels. Matt Millar's effort scraped the bar before Josh Vela's deceptive cross was awkwardly pawed over the top. Only moments before Charlton capitulated, the defiant Amos hurled himself full length to turn aside a rocket from substitute Jason Cummings. His resistance was finally broken by Norburn and Charlton were left with only recriminations, mitigations and explanations. Oh…and a point. Let's not forget the point. Doesn't seem like much right now. But it might come in handy going forward, as they say.

Shrewsbury: Sarkic, Pierre, Williams, Whalley, Norburn, Vela, Millar, Daniels, Udoh (Cummings 72), Ebanks-Landell, Pugh (Edwards 65). Not used: Burgoyne, Golbourne, Goss, High. Booked: Udoh, Pugh, Vela.

Charlton: Amos, Gunter, Pearce, Famewo, Maatsen, Watson, Pratley, Forster-Caskey (Morgan 62), Gilbey (Williams 62, Matthews 85), Aneke (Bogle 69), Washington. Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Purrington, Henry. Booked: Gilbey, Aneke, Morgan.

Ipswich Town 0 Charlton 2 (Morgan 21, Bogle 68).

By Kevin Nolan from the tactical safety of Grove Park.

As good at Portman Road on Saturday as they were bad in midweek at Burton Albion's Pirelli Stadium, Charlton brushed aside Ipswich Town and re-established themselves as serious promotion contenders. Their inner Mr. Hyde had embarrassed them in Staffordshire; Dr. Jekyll showed up in Suffolk, where the Tractor Boys were comfortably beaten.

Whatever harsh words Lee Bowyer chose to criticise the humiliation by bottom-of-the-table Burton clearly did the trick. His shaken side produced a performance of relaxed but purposeful ability, which included first league goals for the outstanding Albie Morgan and a score-settling Omar Bogle, whose first half removal on Wednesday was hurtful but got Bowyer's message across. Bogle's stone-faced reaction to scoring, while his teammates generously celebrated his change of fortune, was born of injured pride but Bowyer had been proven right. Omar is cordially advised to lighten up. With the wretchedly unlucky Paul Smyth now unavailable for a few games, he promises to be indispensable to his manager.

Morgan had been one of the few successes at Burton, where his second half replacement of Marcus Maddison inspired brief hope of a second half rally. The 20 year-old's display earned him a start three days later and he rose to the occasion with a tour-de-force of impressive quality. Well schooled at Charlton's peerless academy, young Albie seems ready to kick on from eager prospect to savvy midfield all-rounder, capable of quarterbacking play and shouldering greater responsibility. "Things are starting to finally sink in with him", remarked Bowyer and Morgan's new willingness to do his share of the muck-and-nettles work around him made the gaffer's point. 

Alongside the kid at Portman Road, the superb contribution of grizzled veteran Ben Watson provided him with a timely example. Watson was busier than a one-armed paperhanger as he threw spanner after spanner into Town's sputtering tractor and gummed up its works. Morgan's early opener was a logical result of the hustle and hassle so dismally absent at the Pirelli Stadium. An attack appeared to have foundered on the edge of the home penalty area until a crunching recovery tackle by Chuks Aneke won back important possession. Jonny Williams added a touch, which allowed Andrew Shinnie to pick out Morgan in space ten yards out. A crisp first-time shot whistled past David Cornell and Charlton were on their way.

It was far from one-way traffic, of course, with Ben Amos required to do his bit before the interval. He narrowed the angle intelligently to force James Norwood to scoop over the bar after the bustling forward burst between  deputy centre backs Chris Gunter and Darren Pratley. He then rescued Pratley, who was outwitted by Drinnan while attempting to shepherd the ball over the right byline. Leaving his line alertly, he smothered Alan Judge's effort to convert Drinnan's artful cutback. But the twisting, mid-air save he produced to touch over Judge's deft header as it redirected Chambers's wicked free kick towards the top left corner was his piece-de-resistance. As the Addicks settled down, Town's chances dwindled.

Conspicuously absent was the pointless "build from the back" stodge which was seen at its worst in midweek. Crisp and confident, the visitors moved the ball quickly, switched play seamlessly and dominated their promotion rivals. Even the important second goal was prudently timed to ease nerves and provide a more accurate reflection of an increasingly one-sided game.

The process was begun by the quietly dependable Adam Matthews, whose long throw from the right was awkwardly shinned out to Pratley and returned hard and low by the estimable old stager. Unmarked beyond the far post, Bogle made the points safe by finishing  efficiently.  Seemed a shame not to celebrate an overdue goal. There was - as there always is - a price to pay for this vital win. Just past the hour mark, Smyth suffered a badly gashed knee when sliding in to challenge Aristote Nsiala and departed the ground on crutches. Already without Conor Washington, Bowyer's talent for improvisation will be exercised yet again as he prepares for the midweek visit of MK Dons. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Ipswich: Cornell, Chambers, Nsiala (McGuinness 71), Woolfenden, Ward, Gibbs (Jackson 64), McGavin (Lankester 71), Dozzell, Judge, Norwood (Drinan 35), Bennetts. Not used: Holy, Kenlock, Hawkins, Booked: Ward, Judge.

Charlton: Amos, Matthews, Gunter, Pratley, Maatsen, Morgan, Watson, Shinnie, Williams (Gilbey55), Aneke (Purrington 71), Smyth (Bogle 66). Not used: Maynard-Brewer, Pearce, Maddison. Booked: Maatsen. Referee: Craig Hicks.