At this moment, supporting Wigan Athletic is like walking around with three-inch thick lenses – everything is magnified a thousandfold. Those little misplaced passes and wonderful double saves become heart-rendingly monstrous as that May deadline appears on the watery horizon. You tread carefully for fear of bumping into Mr Fulham or Dr Rotherham, inadvertently knocking…
Mr Whelan would make a great stand-up comedian. Never before have his improvisational skills been more apparent than at 2:55pm on Saturday afternoon at the nightclub that is the DW Stadium. People jeering behind your back? Remind them of the solitary advantage you have over them – that they haven’t won the FA Cup in…
Thank you, thank you all! We had so many positive comments about last week’s guest appearance from the resident Book Cycle fax machine that we’ve booked the human telephone for later in the season. And just to translate the previous paragraph, that ‘fax machine’ interference was actually down to a mystery panellist forgetting to turn…
You know, sometimes it is better not to state the plainly obvious. Though I haven’t explicitly shouted it out loud before today, there exists an undoubted resignation that League One football is a prospect as real as the Ghostbusters in that 80s cartoon series. Well, if it’s in the name they must be ‘real’! Anyway,…
Well, fancy that. I thought the Kentucky Derby was that queue for fried chicken in Wigan town centre of a lunchtime, but apparently it’s also a ball-rolling game at Blackpool Pleasure Beach. And no, for once that’s not a tenuous JWAW analogy, rather Barry’s witty comparison of Wigan Athletic’s current situation to another, more serious…
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!…
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…
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….
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…
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,…
Remember when I said I wouldn’t see you before Christmas? Well, I lied. Have a bonus episode of the Progress With Unity Podcast on me! Relive slightly more successful times and listen as it all comes crashing down with this compilation of the best moments of PWU from January to May 2014. I’ve already given…