Arter, who had had a pretty awful half and Sessegnon likewise were sacrificed for the positive duo of our Reed and Reid combo for the start of the final 45minutes. To be perfectly honest, the two who went off were no worse that most of those that stayed but hey, the rules only allow a total of three substitutes.

At least at half time we were treated to the treat of being re-United with two firm Fulham Favourites as Chris Coleman and Kit Simon’s were presented to the crowd, what we could do with two players like them in the line-up. Cookie in particular is just what our team needs, a true leader and inspirational captain on the pitch. It’s been far too long since we had a foraging and attacking centre half who could galvanise the whole team from a defensive position and go marauding upfield to create scoring opportunities like Coleman.

Don’t get me wrong, Tom Cairney is a fine player but a dominant and inspirational voice on the pitch has been missing from this Fulham team, somebody who cajoles, directs and motivates the rest of the players when things are slacking. Tom does this by example, often turning things around by brilliant play but it would be encouraging to hear him barking orders a little more on the pitch particularly when the team’s collective clutch seems to be slipping and the gears fail to engage, as was the case throughout far too much of the first half.

In short, we needed a strong leader and we basically got what we deserved to be trailing at half time.

Right from the restart, it was obvious that the half-time pep talk had done the trick, as had the change on the pitch. Bettenelli started moving the ball out quicker and when it found a team mate, they in turn advanced and faced the opposition constantly now.

I rate Harrison Reed and Bobby Decordova-Reid a lot so it was pleasing to see the verve that these changes added to our play, it was looking far more positive for them Whites now. Bobby had a powerful shot around seven minutes in which was struck from a far way out and missed by a margin but this was beginning to look encouraging. Our attacking players were all getting on top of their markers and Ivan Cavaleiro was causing mayhem on the right wing, his team mates began feeding him and from a Decordova-Reid ball, he bested the massive number 23 Starr and kept pelting towards the Charlton goal, loosing off a stinging shot which gave the keeper no chance so after ten minutes of the second half it was even-stevens.

We’d hardly sat down and the team was still bathing in their accomplishment and sleep walking when Charlton took the lead again after we mucked up while struggling to clear from a corner gifting Macauley Bonne the vistors’ number 17 an easy header.

Unperturbed Fulham were eagerly attacking the opposition goal and those guilty of lapses in the first half were now firing on all cylinders, Joe Bryan banged off a probing goal-wards cross from way-out which the keeper stretched for but which rebounded off the crossbar harmlessly

THe crossbar was cruelly punished shortly after, on 62 minutes, when Mitro hammered a cut-back from the industrious Knockaert, Decordova-Reid struck the rebound at the goal through a gaggle of defenders only for it to cascade off the man-mountain Sarr. It wasn’t long before a Tom Cairney header was pushed out by the Charlton keeper, Dillon Phillips, easy meat for the lurking Mitrovic who almost Zen-like, punched a shot into the net to level us at 2-2.

Bettenelli was called into action ten minutes later to save from Leko who had only been on the pitch ten minutes, conceding a corner which was comfortably dealt with by the home side this time. Fulham were now keeping the pressure up and the excellent Decordova-Reid was fed by the equally excellent Cavaleiro to worry the keeper with a decent headed attempt, Phillips was up to this challenge on 74 minutes. Three minutes later, Cavaleiro made another fine right wing foray to swing yet another dangerous cross, Mitro was unable to make a meaningful contact with his head. The ref judged that he’d made a better contact with the Charlton number 6 Pearce, who had been pulling, grappling and bumping him about in consort with the number 5 Lockyer all game, naturally the Serbian striker was honoured with an undeserved (on this occasion) booking.

Bobby Decordova-Reid was shining brightly since his introduction and, in the 81st minute, he playied a great one-two with the fantastic Stefan Johansen who had been one of the few to play well in the first 45. Bobby’s resultant shot looked to be a goal but once again the keeper made a wonderful save, it’s no exaggeration to say that he kept the away side in this contest during the second half.

Scotty Parker gave Josh Onomah a start on the 87th minute, replacing the superb Stefan Johansen, Charlton also made a change swapping Forster-Caskey with Field to the accompaniment of the usual witless “OOOOOH?” from the few that still nurture this awful, ancient, Neanderthal tradition. As 90 minutes beckoned we were treated to the officials’ board announcing seven minutes added time exactly as another great attempt from Bobby D-R was again saved.

The seven minutes passed all too suddenly and despite being consumed almost totally by Fulham pressing in around the Charlton 6 yard area fruitlessly failed to make a telling blow to settle the result and that’s how it remained.

Almost universally, the unbeaten run of five games and two victories on the spin had allowed a dangerous optimism to abound,.

I felt that this might lead to the famous over-confidence and a bit of switching off from the team. “No way” most said “we’ve abandoned the silly negative, slow, fiddling around and being casual at the back and replaced it with a speedier lethal attacking movement which will now prevail".

“No mate, we’ve turned the corner, if we win this game, we’ll go top, at least until 16:50” became a familiar battle cry.

I was more concerned that there are still far too many games to be played before anybody can start counting chickens and quite hoenestly, I’d prefer to be in touching distance a fair while longer before we hit the heady heights.

Fortunately my pessimism eventually turned out to be unfounded but the first half performance and then the late concession of an away goal made me feel really uncomfortable at half time..

The first half performance was, to my eyes anyway, as bad as any I’ve sat through at home this season and also possibly when compared to many of last season’s games in our fateful flirtation with the top flight.

Furthermore, a draw was not that damaging at this stage of the season and as things stand, we sit just three points away from the leaders, a brilliant outcome all the same thank you.