Finished re-arranging dust in the general vicinity of your boots yet? Good, because Tuesday’s here already and it’s time to moan about the referee/Owen Coyle/the price of pies (delete as appropriate) again! If I remember correctly –and I probably don’t because I went to the game in a virus-induced, zombified state–, the last time Wigan…
Did you see the 4-page victory parade special in today’s Wigan Evening Post? Did you open the centre spread and try to spot yourself among the crowd? Because I did, and it’s like Where’s Wally? without the red stripy shirts – they were nowhere to be seen. I haven’t been back to the town centre…
Seeing the FA Cup paraded around Market Place, just like we predicted on the PWU Podcast, was something of a surreal experience. Of course, we were never totally serious about it all, were we? The very notion of such a thing is foolish, surely? But no, this afternoon I got to see Arouna Kone balance…
Agh, must I write about this now? 18 painstaking hours of blanking out the memory will be undone in a fraction of that time tapping away at my chocolate-stained keyboard, but what the heck. I believe there is just enough space for brief reflection before we draw a line under this matter and move on…
Phew, it’s getting a bit tight now, isn’t it? As phenomenally demoralising as last weekend might have been, Latics once again had the chance to pull themselves clear of that media mosh pit that is the relegation zone. It sounds a bit weird, but just like last week, Aston Villa play on Monday so three…
To relieve some pre-Wembley tension, I took a walk round Wigan town centre on Friday lunchtime. Far from taking my mind off the game, the scarf sellers bellowing ‘get yer Latics flags ‘ere!’ from every street corner only served to remind me how dear the Wigan public hold a Wembley away day to their hearts….
Ack, flipping typical, ain’t it? Yesterday’s games just go to show you simply can’t rely on anyone else to help you out in times of peril. I promised myself I wouldn’t worry about other teams’ matches, but sure enough, 3pm rolled around and I was glued to my wireless. The relegation battle really is like…
The January transfer window firmly locked for safety, we now move into the ‘interesting’ part of the season. It is the time when Wigan start to produce their best football as the threat of relegation transforms into a very real possibility with every point dropped. Or so one would hope. Latics, however, remain undoubtedly unsettled…
Living a life of luxury at the DW Stadium has spoiled us somewhat. I miss the days of standing out on the urine-soaked, cramped terraces, blokes blowing smoke in your face and spilling beer on your brand new bright white jacket when a goal is scored. Well maybe not for those reasons, but the general…
Whoever said the FA Cup has lost its magic? The moment Wigan Athletic drew Macclesfield Town in the fourth round, tentative plans were put in place for a colossal ‘jolly boys’ outing‘ to rival recent Premier League visits to Stoke City and Blackburn Rovers. Tickets for the Moss Rose tie soon became more sought after…
Why can’t we do it? Every time Wigan look to be making any sort of progress, something comes along to check it, as if to prevent us from becoming the slightest bit comfortable. Heaven forbid Wigan Athletic become complacent. Last week’s draw at Craven Cottage provided a superb base on which to build, to regain…