Hey, fancy a John Smith’s warm-down? Nah, neither do I – the thought of hot beer doesn’t necessarily appeal for some reason. Plus it’s work in the morning and I can’t risk marrying a lamp-post on the way home again. Best forget all about it and stick to the bog standard post-match rant. A-but first,…
Strikers, who needs ’em? You hand over the remains of your copper jar to fund their bus journey to the DW Stadium (or in this case, Ewood Park) and it’s the midfielders and defenders that grab the precious goal bonus. Which, considering the world’s current economic climate, is probably one individually wrapped mint chocolate ‘acquired’…
Another potentially slanderous edition of Progress With Unity welcomes the return of domestic football, covering the three most important podcast topics: sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Or, in this case, cock ‘n’ roll (b’gorrk). Taking a break from biscuit jokes and Holt jibes (well, kind of), the team chalks up a record number of…
After three weeks of fighting through the Central American jungle, the remaining members of the Progress With Unity Podcast, led by Major Barry ‘Dutch’ Worthington, have finally destroyed the evil lurking within. As the predatory Michael Mouse is now caught in a man-sized rat trap, those members held captive at this twisted Disneyland resort are…
I heard a joke that made me chuckle today. It went something like: “What’s the difference between a box of matches and Wigan Athletic? A box of matches has a striker.” Forget the fact that rough, sandpapery stuff on a matchbox isn’t officially called a ‘striker’ because it’s only a silly joke. Besides, it’s now…
Sorry to be pe-trollin’ you with that title and image caption, but I thought I’d prepare you for the manic media meltdown that is Transfer Deadline Day (always capitalised). On that basis, we have to cover it, eh? Please find attached a 14-page document outlining the skills and attributes of each Latics player as determined…
Hangovers are invariably horrendous, and I’m not just talking about the films. I’m dreading that sobering up process even more than a marathon of said movie franchise, as after a spot of Callum McChamomile tea, I’m afraid I will discover that half the team has disappeared… and not just because my drunken double vision will…
It’s OK, we’re fine. What did you expect, a second winless week to have us all negative? Heh, well you’re… correct, actually. It seems our enthusiasm has departed on a plane to Orlando, and it’s already ridden the Back To The Future Ride three times. I can think of four chaps who also wish they…
At the Reading game, you might have heard a lone voice from the away end belting out a drunken rendition of ‘can we play you every week?’ Turns out it wasn’t a supporter, but a player known as Sean Morrison – the very same that edged his side ahead with just over ten minutes to…
Fancy a spot of cheeky time travel on this unseasonably windy Saturday evening? Why not – it’ll be a welcome distraction from the three days of nose-hair trimming until our next fixture. The (electronic) record books tell me it is precisely 11 years since Wigan played out an exciting… 1-1 draw with Preston North End…
Grazing livestock cover their ears as an ominous, eardrum-thumping drone fills the meadow at PWU Farm. It is the unmistakable hallmark of a winless week, a large airborne vehicle of extraterrestrial origin ready to suck up your season in its Tractor Beam of Doomangloom. It took us an hour to escape those other-worldly miscreants, who…
This just in: the FA is proud to announce a new sponsor for the League Cup from 2014. In a five-year deal with Lurpak, the trophy shall henceforth be known as the Butter Cup. And following lengthy negotiations with the British Farmers’ Board, the runners-up will now receive the prestigious Egg Cup in addition to…