Charlton Athletic 2 v Norwich City 3

And again. Another poor, disjointed performance and another failure to win. Don't be fooled by the two goal comeback, we weren't in this and a point would have been as much a travesty of justice as the three we stole at Carrow Road.

For the life of me, I don't understand why Luzon won't start Watt and Vetokele. They are the glaringly obvious choice but again this evening they weren't paired until the second-half when we were two down. Instead we had to suffer a Bulot impersonation of a striker, which is as unconvincing as when Callum Harriott tries it. You can argue Watt isn't fit enough yet, but why not start him and sub him, rather than start someone else and have to bring him on hoping to turn a game?

The rest of the side was as expected with the rested players all returning. We simply weren't in the game during the first-half. I am pretty sure our efforts on target were nil as were our chances. Norwich strolled into the lead and it could have been three of four before tea.

Watt started the second-half and took ten minutes to settle but then he combined with Harriott whose return pass he took in his stride as he drifted past the last defender and slotted under Ruddy. The silent and tormented home fans were suddenly awake. Seven minutes later and another Addick attack with men committed saw Vetokele get to fire home from a rebound to give us a very unlikely looking parity. It served to shut the noisy visitors up whose predictable series of taunting songs about the Library and how our ground's too big for us were growing tiresome.

We didn't seize the momentum and from then on it was a case of whether or not Norwich had enough heart to go for the win. They weren't overly convincing but with seven minutes left a freak left wing ball into the box evaded everyone and beat the diminutive Dmitrovic. All over.

It's hard to know how we are going to break this cycle. There isn't enough collective fight in the team and not enough quality across the pitch to win matches. We don't play with any sustained pace and look like we have very little belief. Sorry to say but most of the players don't looked overly bothered either by going behind. Both sets of fans sang "you're getting sacked in the morning" to Luzon at 0-2 and his record is now won none, drawn two and lost three (yes, I am counting the humping at Watford). I have lost count how many since a win, but it's a third of the season or thereabouts.

A look at the table this evening is even more alarming. We are now down to 20th and just three points above Millwall with a visit to the Den yet to come. They have been getting spanked on and off all season and yet our goal difference is now only six better. 

It's hard not to look at the final fixture of the season and foresee a Doomsday scenario where Bournemouth win the title and we are relegated. I think you all know what else I am going to say about how that cake gets iced.

I will be there on 18th at the old Flaming Joe's because we have to do something. I am not expecting it will change a single performance or cause the Master of Chateau Duchatelet to lose any sleep, but I will feel better knowing I am not being taken for a mug and that I am doing whatever I can to support the message that we aren't going to simply sit and watch him experiment with our club's future as if part of a big gambling ploy at the casino.