No, it isn’t worth talking about the Sports Snooze deadline day broadcast. Not even the new prime time television-friendly 11pm closure could inject enough excitement for me to go and subscribe to Mr Murdoch’s black box of wonders for one evening. Heck, without Harry Redknapp leaning out of his car, it just isn’t the same!…
Sometimes it can be hard to let go. Over the years, you become attached to those representing your humble home town club, those that paraded around the Wembley turf, those that orchestrated victories over the very best, those that you experienced the greatest moments in the history of Wigan Athletic FC alongside. When your heroes…
At 5pm on Tuesday, I was rudely awoken from my mid-afternoon slumber by a knock at the door. I begrudgingly hobbled towards it just in time to catch a bloke in overalls carrying a long ladder over his left shoulder. Visibly irate, his stare was as icy as the water in the bucket he barely…
I hope you don’t mind if I begin today’s report with a small shoutout for local journalistic publication and sometime publisher of JWAW guff The Wigan Evening Post. Like those sneaker-wielding ‘ballers in the 16-bit classic NBA Jam, said newspaper has been burnin’ up the borough’s (petrol fore-) courts with its finger-on-the-pulse front page headlines…
Watch yourself, PWU watchers, for the latest addition to the PWU crew is an officer. Not of the law, you might be pleased to hear, but of Supporter Liaison at Wigan Athletic. And what does such a person do, you ask? Well, Officer Ian Wadsworth is here to answer that question in his own words….
Well, do I look a right fool? I did prepare a 25-stanza epic poem to say goodbye to my one true love Shaun Maloney, but that has been consigned to the box marked ‘future hamster cage lining’ in light of what we can only assume is ‘communication breakdown‘ with Liechester City. Instead, please accept this…
Never you fear, dear Latic, for your Knight in Shining Double Glazing is here! The January transfer window offers an escape route from a rather smoky room… pity it’s on the 25th floor and you’ll hit the window cleaner well before the ground. But maybe those that have already departed will break your fall? Perhaps,…
I am told that a batch of shiny new fanzines arrived at the All Gone Latics office this afternoon. However, since there are only a limited number available, I suggest you order a copy now to avoid disappointment. Not that, er, AGL is disappointing in any way, but I suspect you’d be quite cheesed off…
The Christmas party may be over, but do not fear, for Easter will soon be upon us. I know this because my local supermarket now stocks Cadbury’s Creme Egg five packs – presumably the sixth ones have been set aside for Emile Heskey‘s birthday party tomorrow afternoon. He didn’t invite me as I accidentally revealed…
So this is the year 2015, eh? Doesn’t look much like the future to me – where are the hovercars and entire Sunday meals in a single pill? And why haven’t Wigan Athletic won the Premier League trophy yet? This is nothing like Hollywood told me it would be – I want my money back,…
Ordinarily, one looks to FA Cup Third Round Day as a rare chance to relax and enjoy a break from the ‘day job’ of the Football League, a sideshow, if you will. ..Ooh, I’m only fooling myself with that nonsense. Was the 2013 FA Cup Final a dodgy juggling act with cream-filled water balloons? Can…
Agh, I don’t need those blasted ‘year in review’ talking heads shows on Channel 5! Every New Year’s Day, I lie back in my rocking chair and replay events of the previous year in the tatty old VCR box that is my brain. It may be plagued by bad reception and serious tracking issues, but…