Peter Schmeichel does, in his new autobiography One...
Let me tell you about one dark, wintry afternoon at The Valley that may have held our best 90 minutes of 1998–99 – in a certain way.
There are games that characterise a football team. There are moments a campaign hinges on, even if nobody realises at the time. There are memories that stick in the brain long after seemingly bigger ones have faded and gone. Charlton away.
It was 31 January, a cold, dry and gloomy Sunday, a 4pm kick-off. We had spent a total of three days at the top of the league since the season began and arrived in south-east London sitting third.