At times like this I wonder whether the Football League fixtures really are computer generated, or if they pay a little man to sit at his desk with an unsharpened HB and Filofax. Do they lock him in his office without breakfast or an emergency supply of Ovaltine, forcing him to quickly scribble down roughly…
I awoke this morning with thoughts of Wembley running through my addled mind, visions of McManaman wheeling away to scenes of great jubilation in the top tier. But with a couple of monster Championship encounters first up, there’s no time for the bittersweet symptoms of cup fever quite yet! Since two home games precede the…
Progress With Unity toasts its second new manager in the usual fashion – with a pint in the Springfield. Yep, after last week’s torrent of criticism aimed in the general direction of that bloke we’ve already forgotten about, the team have been unceremoniously banned from their usual Book Cycle studios! Don’t worry, much like… [insert…
So the Coyle experiment is over, but at what cost? Forget that horrendous run of results, it’s the veritable pigeon’s banquet of Krispy Kreme doughnut crumbs spread across the DW upholstery like a light sprinkling of snow we should worry about. Very seasonal, but a pain to remove without a whole DIY store of jet…
Question: What does it take for Progress With Unity‘s latent anti-Coyle sentiment to emerge? Answer: Three straight losses and an instant sacking. Never has so much vitriol been directed at an individual since the Head of Pies on the DW concourse decided to replace their Poole’s stock with Holland’s. Blasphemy! Apparently we never wanted him,…
A surprisingly subdued edition considering the events of this past weekend. Perhaps Wednesday evening’s result put a dampener on proceedings, or maybe it’s the FA’s questionable decision to ruthlessly push the cup final kick-off time back to 5:15pm? Nah, the real reason is the fact our sadly neglected open top bus has unfortunately rusted in…
To relieve some pre-Wembley tension, I took a walk round Wigan town centre on Friday lunchtime. Far from taking my mind off the game, the scarf sellers bellowing ‘get yer Latics flags ‘ere!’ from every street corner only served to remind me how dear the Wigan public hold a Wembley away day to their hearts….
Here it is, arguably the greatest week in the history of Wigan Athletic football club. At stake: a place in the FA Cup Final and potentially Europe, plus all the meat and potato pies you can stomach! Alright, I fabricated one of those prizes in the name of ‘comedy’, but you have to admit the…