Fans of matchday minutiae, get a load of this! Stade Deedub has hosted its FAB-tastic (mostly) bi-monthly meeting to discuss pies, beer and plastic forks (thanks to the All Gone Latics fanzine for that one). And we’ve set aside time on Progress With Unity to talk about… well, talking about Wigan Athletic FC. How very…
Being a football supporter is ruddy awful. You work 40 hours a week to pay £300+ for the train, ticket, hotel, bus, coach, pie and toilet turnstile just so you can watch 22 blokes with haircuts more expensive than your car fall over delicately, screeching in apparent ‘pain’. And as for goals, you’ll be lucky…
In League One, 3-0 can be a dangerous lead. The disconcerting silence following Michael Jacobs’ corker against Chesterfield is proof that you require a four goal cushion to be anywhere near comeback safe. “C’mon, we need at least one more,” cried anxious East Standers wary of United-esque fightbacks. (Sheffield United, that is.) An obvious solution…
Zzzzz… snore. Muh-Maloney into Watsurrrn… yeah… zzzZzzzZzz… Huh, what? Why’d you have to wake me when I was dreaming of Wembley again? Well, while we’re on the subject for the 3,094,874th day in a row, remember that *other* time Latics scored a last minute winner at the DW holiday home? The prize that day was…
Never underestimate the role of entertainment in modern society. Without it, we are relegated to the role of a mere machine, performing the same three repetitive tasks until our motherboard melts to a sticky mush. Then our owner buys an upgraded model, tossing us onto the ‘robot mountain’ they really ought to bury in the…
If you hold on for just a minute, we’ll tell you all about Wigan Athletic’s transfer deadline day activity… I’m waiting for the clock to tick past 6pm. You just know those pesky rival podcasts are readying a swoop for Progress With Unity’s talented youngsters before the football blogging transfer window ends, so we’re going…
Remember when your school teacher used to say, “if you don’t like it, you’re free to leave at any time”? Of course, nobody ever did – they were too scared to even contemplate asking for a pencil sharpener. Tales of kids being banished to Darkest Westhoughton were more than enough to dissuade any potential deserters……
“Objectively, the number 451 is larger than 442.” Please discuss this statement at great length with incredible fanboyish enthusiasm/aggression until you lose all sensation in your fingers and find yourself camped permanently at Christopher Park with just two extra large packs of budget brand tortilla chips and last Wednesday’s underpants to your name. Subjectively, there…