It is confirmed, my friends – Jesus is a Wiganer… still. Along with his fellow Amigos, the wonderfully named Jesus Seba has returned to represent Wigan Athletic in a post-season legends match at Ashton Town. His first order of business as newly-appointed Official Club Saviour? Applying a swift elbow to Jakob Haugaard’s dodgiest shoulder… in…
Ah, the solution is at hand! Is it any great coincidence that Captain Gareth B. ‘Kop Conqueror’ Caldwell was sacked on World Pasta Day, of all moderately amusing food-related pseudo-holidays? Picture, if you will, the scene in Rigalettos on a mildly mild Octember evening… Sharpy: How can you order anything but farfalline on this most…
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,…
How times change. Almost exactly five years ago, all we genuinely had to complain about was the quality of the DW surface. This season, it is just one of a veritable selection box of gripes and concerns one might choose to dedicate entire blog posts to. The eternal question remains: which one to go for…
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…
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…
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…
He might be gone, but Owen Coyle’s legacy lives on in the quality of players he brought to the club… it’s just a pity about the shorts/ping pong/Irn Bru/results (delete as appropriate, or not if you prefer). And while we’re on the subject we must not forget his inherent Vaudevillian comedy value which, while not…
Latics may be out of the UEFA Cup, but the opportunity to play abroad still exists in the form of the good ol’ FA Cup. If you don’t count Wales as ‘abroad’, consider this: why was I approached by a Passport Inspector when travelling through Wrexham last year? I’m still waiting for that nice chap…
Alright, we know what you’re really here for. It isn’t the highbrow discussion on this week’s Fansites’ Forum or our exclusive interview with true Latics legend Emmerson Boyce, but that characteristic PWU toilet humour. Speaking of unwelcome disturbances, you may hear the odd bit of strategic background sound effectery. Fear not, for the eerie banging…