Stoke City 2 Charlton 1

Not sure if I'm going to enjoy our season in the fizzies and when you're finished browsing through the reports this morning you wouldn't feel much like it either.

After everyone, including Pards, saying how difficult Stoke away was going to be, turns out they only had 4 players from the team that had last seasons brilliant home form and just missed out on getting into the playoffs, although obviously Pulis has brought well during the summer with new-boy the 'Beast' Jon Parkin getting the winner 4 minutes after coming on although the Times gives MOM to the ex-Gills striker, the 6'4" 'Big Mama' Sidibe.

Always trying to look positive Pards points to the injury to YassMou in the 55th minute as the turning point of the game and the cause of the subsequent defeat after being ahead but there's worrying talk of McCarthy being nutmegged, not enough chances created and, despite our healthy investment in strikers, an apparent lack of firepower.

Unlike our past existence, reports are thin on the ground this morning although the sporting life has an in-depth write-up and there's another short one from the dailymail.

Best this week though is the posh murdoch with the added bonus of player points to boot. And if you want to see how the rest are shaping up there's a fizzy resumé in the telegraph although by the time the writer got to the letter S he'd rather lose his enthusiasm and all we got was a simple one-liner. There's a short note from our own wyn and if you're really masochistic take a trip into the opponents camp with the stokecity site complete with match stats for the number-lovers.

The Addicks: Weaver; Moutaouakil (McCarthy 56), Thatcher, Bougherra, Fortune; Sam (Thomas 46), Semedo, Ambrose, Reid; Bent, McLeod (Iwelumo 46).
Subs (not used): Randolph, Zheng.

And for the fan wondering how to be an Addick while whiling away the time in Valencia ( have you got a job working for Llanera?) my best advise is to slip on your new Joma kit and settle down in front of the box. After the regular sessions of journalists (!) (never has a job-title been so abused) insulting some poor idiot for hours on end about his/her past sex life with someone who used to be the sister/brother of a bullfighter, not to mention the never-ending adverts that can go on for 20 minutes, we now have the relative sanity of wall-to-wall football on terrestrial national TV.

Since Spurs v Everton on Tuesday we'd had live English, Spanish and Italian football every night with 2 games some evenings and today its Liverpool v Chelski with the third Premier game in 6 days although it does seem to be only the highlights. Oh, and there's also the dubious pleasure of a couple of hours of Scottish football today though it's on at siesta time this afternoon, probably to help everyone get that quick nap. It's a bit of a bummer that Premier football arrives on TV just as relegation hits but at least we can enjoy seeing how our old players - Darren and Scotty C have already been on - are enjoying themselves out there in the cold.