Phew, third home game in a row. I haven’t even had to change out of my slippers for two weeks – you’d think it was my birthday or something. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention it *was* my birthday recently, so that decidedly weak attempt at ‘humour’ probably won’t make any sense to you whatsoever….
*Nervously taps fingers on desk, grimaces* OK. Having spent the last… ten seconds deliberating over which angle to approach this article, I have decided to risk the ire of all three of my faithful readers by frequently inserting groan-inducing references to a certain mildly-newsworthy event involving Wiganers that took place yesterday afternoon. Hence, a fair…
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…
Who needs that fancy ‘pass and fall over’ Premier League football when you have the infinitely more satisfying hack n’ slash, hoofitup punchfest that is the Championship? I know that defence is more iffy than the one commanded by Adrian Lopez against QPR last year, but it’s the prerogative of a Wigan Athletic supporter to…
“Don’t concern yourself too much, it’s only a sideshow.” But what a sideshow, eh? Yep, it’s time for me to gush about Wembley again, so skip forward to… August 2032 when I will finally stop. And that’ll only be because I’m dead. You can write about the league all you like, and I will continue…
Earlier this year an inconceivable FA Cup victory, last week a stonking start to the Championship campaign, this week a visit from the Prime Minister. This little town is really moving up in the world for the correct reasons. And then you have the PWU Podcast, but the less said about that, the better. The…
Even after seeing your team win the FA Cup just months earlier, there is no better feeling than waking up on the first morning of the new football season. Not even the prospect of starting two weeks earlier for Wigan’s (glorious?) return to the Championship can blemish the refreshing sensation that puts a spring in…
Jetlag can be a real problem. I should know, I’m jelly-legged after just a short trip down the high street in a shopmobility buggy (not that I’ve been stealing my grandad’s scooter again). But no, the only time I ever left the country was when I got lost in the Welsh part of Wrexham –…
I really wasn’t sure what to feel today. On one hand it is sad to think the DW Stadium will not be hosting top flight football next year, on the other there was the sheer elation of seeing the FA Cup paraded around the pitch as if it were the Marsden Cup or something. Surreal…
Not to be a party pooper, but I feel I must interject at this point. Remember a time long ago when we all cared about the league? Nah, me neither. I don’t think I quite emphasised the importance of the Swansea game to Wigan’s Premier League survival. Hey, we all had other things on our…
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “How on earth did he have time to travel home and type up this article so quickly?” Well, it’s quite simple, really – I ‘borrowed’ Uncle Dave’s helicopter from the roof of the town hall and parked it behind the Wembley arch so nobody would know. There was a…
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…