Ah, cheer up! Far better teams than Wigan Athletic have slipped through the divisions after tasting the sweetest of glories – remember when Manchester United completely vanished, only to re-appear at the bottom of the league ladder? Wait, waddaya mean that was FC United, a completely different team? So you’re saying Man United still exist?…
To continue the theme established in last week’s podcast (to the tune of Johnny Cash’s 25 Minutes to Go), Latics’ death sentence has been halted… for now. The executioner has been momentarily distracted by a lone voice from the crowd – in this instance, the Football League and their ten-volume rulebook. But those cheeky scamps…
Every now and then, we are reminded that football is part of the wider entertainment industry. For all the Bong fu going on at Tuesday night’s game, the man most seriously injured by the Battle of The New Den was Shaun Williams, who stubbed his toe on an advertising hoarding. Aha, those kids at school…
So there it goes, Wigan time has expired. With Farmer Malky sent off to market for the final time, I suppose it’s back to the vast, featureless fields of peaceful obscurity they call League Un (not to be confused with that French league Andy Delort was farmed out to) for this small time intern- er,…
Hey, did you hear that news about Wigan signing Wayne Rooney? Me neither, because Latics-related April Fools’ Day jokes are unsurprisingly thin on the (muddy and sand-augmented) ground this year. Tabloids have no time for such frivolity when there exists real news of great significance to report! For example, Don Cowie could be out for…
Just think of all the things you can do in 480 minutes – go through a quarter of PWU’s back catalogue, or listen to half a Pink Floyd album. Or maybe you could count the blades of grass in your back garden three times over? Personally, I’ve been at the DW Stadium attempting to pick…
At this moment, supporting Wigan Athletic is like walking around with three-inch thick lenses – everything is magnified a thousandfold. Those little misplaced passes and wonderful double saves become heart-rendingly monstrous as that May deadline appears on the watery horizon. You tread carefully for fear of bumping into Mr Fulham or Dr Rotherham, inadvertently knocking…
Mr Whelan would make a great stand-up comedian. Never before have his improvisational skills been more apparent than at 2:55pm on Saturday afternoon at the nightclub that is the DW Stadium. People jeering behind your back? Remind them of the solitary advantage you have over them – that they haven’t won the FA Cup in…
Thank you, thank you all! We had so many positive comments about last week’s guest appearance from the resident Book Cycle fax machine that we’ve booked the human telephone for later in the season. And just to translate the previous paragraph, that ‘fax machine’ interference was actually down to a mystery panellist forgetting to turn…
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,…
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…
No, it isn’t worth talking about the Sports Snooze deadline day broadcast. Not even the new prime time television-friendly 11pm closure could inject enough excitement for me to go and subscribe to Mr Murdoch’s black box of wonders for one evening. Heck, without Harry Redknapp leaning out of his car, it just isn’t the same!…