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…
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…
The FA Cup Final is in just seven days, yet it felt a lifetime away as I nervously crossed yet another date off my calendar. Despite the prospect of silverware, there was no dancing in the streets quite yet, as Wigan Athletic had unfinished business to attend to. Nope, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the 1986…
Phew, it’s getting a bit tight now, isn’t it? As phenomenally demoralising as last weekend might have been, Latics once again had the chance to pull themselves clear of that media mosh pit that is the relegation zone. It sounds a bit weird, but just like last week, Aston Villa play on Monday so three…
They occur every season, those pivotal games that can dictate the outcome of a whole campaign. Though today wasn’t quite as important as Blackpool 2011 or Blackburn 2012 –don’t worry, contests of that magnitude are to come before the morning of 20 May 2013 arrives–, it was still critical that Latics leave the capital with…
This post was always going to be difficult to complete without constantly referencing the weekend, so I shall attempt to work it out of my system in the opening paragraphs. “Fat chance of that,” I hear you cry, but I owe you an attempt at the very least. Here we go… In today’s Evening Post…
OK, let’s get this out of the way before we go any further. For backing Harry the Viking instead of Roberto Goldback in yesterday’s Grand National, I am a disgrace to the club and shall spend the rest of the week perched on the naughty step next to that pile of dirty laundry and Dad’s…
Don’t you just love the British weather? In preparation for Wigan’s first Premier League match post-vernal equinox, I bought in three crates of ice cream to keep cool on the toasty warm East Stand. But instead of worrying how I might sneak them past the turnstile stewards, I was left with three solid blocks of…
Ack, flipping typical, ain’t it? Yesterday’s games just go to show you simply can’t rely on anyone else to help you out in times of peril. I promised myself I wouldn’t worry about other teams’ matches, but sure enough, 3pm rolled around and I was glued to my wireless. The relegation battle really is like…
Anybody watching the BBC News Channel in the past few days can’t have failed to notice a particularly colourful character at the Eastleigh by-election. Ray Hall of the Beer, Baccy and Crumpets Party outperformed the English Democrats, Church of Militant Elvis and even the Monster Raving Loonies, tallying 235 votes on his way to… wait…
Statistics are great if you’re a Championship Manager fanatic, but football matches are not automatically generated on a video screen (at least not yet). Heading into this afternoon’s potential Blockbuster, form suggested a tough weekend in store for the ailing Wigan Athletic, their very FA Premier League existence in Jeopardy. Recent league fortunes could not…