It’s gone, guys. 2016 has just been lost to the greatest monster of all, the omnipotent and most certainly malevolent entity that keeps the Grim Reaper in check: Master Time. There he lurches amidst the dugout’s stony silence, his expressionless face barely cracking through mindless mumbling and guttural grumbling. …But enough about Graham Barrow. And…
That’s it, I’m done forever. I hereby renounce my faith in statistics, and encourage anyone with a fondness for this gentle sport to do the very same. Say it along with me now: “I refuse to analyse football in a mathematical or scientific manner. I will no longer attempt to quantify the patently unquantifiable, nor…
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…
I hope you don’t mind if I begin today’s report with a small shoutout for local journalistic publication and sometime publisher of JWAW guff The Wigan Evening Post. Like those sneaker-wielding ‘ballers in the 16-bit classic NBA Jam, said newspaper has been burnin’ up the borough’s (petrol fore-) courts with its finger-on-the-pulse front page headlines…
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….
All I need is the PWU show, blasting on the radio… well, mp3 player. Hmm, doesn’t quite have the same ring as Mike Rutherford’s original lyrics, but get Phil Collins singing and it’ll be fine. Stick it in between the 5-minute slap bass jam and wine glass chorus that takes up the record’s whole second side….
Hey, fancy a John Smith’s warm-down? Nah, neither do I – the thought of hot beer doesn’t necessarily appeal for some reason. Plus it’s work in the morning and I can’t risk marrying a lamp-post on the way home again. Best forget all about it and stick to the bog standard post-match rant. A-but first,…
Another potentially slanderous edition of Progress With Unity welcomes the return of domestic football, covering the three most important podcast topics: sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Or, in this case, cock ‘n’ roll (b’gorrk). Taking a break from biscuit jokes and Holt jibes (well, kind of), the team chalks up a record number of…
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…
Please excuse the amusingly Edvard Munch-esque expression on my face, but I believe I just experienced deja vu. Almost a year to the day, Latics returned to the site of their spectacular FA Cup victory over the very same opponents… and lost. But is this seasonal fixture synchronicity simply coincidence, or does destiny hold a…
Strike all of this season’s results from the record, for they were mere preamble. The real business transactions begin now, exactly nineteen games from the end of the 2013-14 Championship campaign, so grab your cup of instant coffee and briefcase – it’s time to schedule a working lunch. Don’t worry, as Declan Curry is nowhere…
Fresh from their exhausting expedition to the North Pole AKA Stadium DW, your humble podcasters are grateful of the relative warmth of Studio PWU. Speak not of their abandoned excursion, otherwise sponsors may learn the grisly fate of the vessel… we’ll be in deep trouble if that holiday camp in Southport discover we pinched their…