As Uwe Rosler approached the DW Stadium on Monday morning, he was nigh on suffocated by reporters and small time internet webloggers clamouring for an explanation. “Uwe,” screamed a strangled voice from the rabble, “just how will your team recover from this disastrous barren run?” Uwe’s wry smile was answer enough. Yep, apparently two straight…
If you’ve ever watched the London Marathon on television, you’ll have noticed how competitors always save some energy for the final 200 metre sprint. During the 26 miles up to that point, they help each other along the way by taking the lead for stretches, sharing laborious legwork. The Championship run-in is much the same:…
So you thought you might like to listen to the show? To hear the noise of delusion, PWU’s Facebook-esque… erm, moan? Hmm, I never was much of a lyricist. Also it’s a good job they’re changing the copyright law, otherwise I might have been receiving a call from Roger Waters’ legal team for those first…
I am not in a good mood today, folks. Those canny newsagents have cottoned on to my usual masterplan of buying up chocolate eggs when they’re reduced on Easter Monday. Much to my annoyance, it is the first time in living memory those swines have taken the stance of “it is still Easter, so why…
“Can they put the seal on it? Jarrett’s cross… Ellington. It would be so appropriate… it is very appropriate. Nathan Ellington scores, and Wigan Athletic are on their way to the Premiership!” — Excitable Sky Sports commentator On a warm spring evening such as this, I simply couldn’t last a full paragraph without mentioning the…
To make a Wembley sandwich, you most certainly require a delicious filling. Once you’ve developed a taste for the place you immediately crave more, and Easter Weekend provides an early chance to pilfer some Wembley-flavoured butty paste from the (portable) fridges of Reading and Burnley. Or, failing that, a couple of egg-ceptional chocolate treats at…
“You see that FA Cup and you want to get hold of it, you want to kiss it. There’s something about it that’s magical.” — Dave Whelan on the little tin drinking vessel. There’s little doubting just how much yesterday’s game meant to Wigan Athletic fan, player and chairman alike. The bodies that took to…
Considering what’s to come on Saturday, it’s surprising that the Progress With Unity Podcast team are heavily cheesed off. Or maybe it isn’t, seeing as Tuesday night’s excuse for entertainment will most likely take until Saturday morning to erase from the memory. See, the infamous Mr Spink Before You Theek strikes again! But we aren’t…
At times like this I wonder whether the Football League fixtures really are computer generated, or if they pay a little man to sit at his desk with an unsharpened HB and Filofax. Do they lock him in his office without breakfast or an emergency supply of Ovaltine, forcing him to quickly scribble down roughly…
That grandiose title might suggest a juicy week of freshly-squeezed opinion pieces here at JWAW, but don’t hold your breath – you can bet I’ll have exhausted my supply of Wembley-related quips by tomorrow lunchtime. Quick, Dave, pull up a bunch from last year so we can shamelessly rehash them! You may have noticed a…
You’ve probably seen them shuffling through the pubs and restaurants of Wigan town centre in their nylon ‘I heart Division Three’ T-shirts and faux-plastic ‘Hutchings 4Ever’ baseball caps. They’re the Latics hipsters, a hardy bunch of decaf-fuelled neo-Nathan Barley types that won’t be happy until the club returns to the ‘Golden Land’ of League Two….
I awoke this morning with thoughts of Wembley running through my addled mind, visions of McManaman wheeling away to scenes of great jubilation in the top tier. But with a couple of monster Championship encounters first up, there’s no time for the bittersweet symptoms of cup fever quite yet! Since two home games precede the…