Got your snow boots and parka ready? Good, because Blackpool beach beckons and I don’t like the look of that weather forecast. Forget sandcastles, you’d be better served building snowcastles! Fetch the mop bucket and shovel, I fancy making a snow-Caldwell… Hard to believe it’s almost August and Latics’ latest campaign to crush the Championship…
Francis E Dec had it right all along. In this world-wide four billion eyesight camera mass multimedia generation, aren’t we all puppets? I only ask because I just discovered I’ve had a large wooden pole wedged into my backside for the past 30 years. It just so happens that Wigan Athletic’s most prominent celebrity supporter…
Three more to go. 270 minutes plus however many minutes of injury time those blasted officials dig from the deepest recesses of their sofas’ gargantuan butt creases. Three more afternoons to bemoan the death of the traditional 3pm kickoff. Three more days spent jammed into pathetically tiny train carriages bound for Victorian platforms with crumbling…
Why hello, darlings! I’m just preparing my house for the John Stones Paint makeover team, who will soon be paying a visit to JWAW Towers for a faaaab-ulous spot of DIT. I won’t have to lift a finger as they do it themselves, picking the hamster hairs from my plug holes and repainting the man-sized…
There comes a moment when you realise you *don’t* know everything. That turning point in your life when you go full Acorah and start to believe in the supernatural, I mean. I recall watching a documentary about an affliction known as ‘alien hand syndrome’, which causes the hand to act of its own will, as…
The burning question on this week’s PWU Podcast: exactly how did Burton Albion defeat Wigan Athletic? Was it through persistent pressing and brickwall defensive sensibilities? Was it through effective handling of late November conditions and sheer physical strength? Or maybe it was because they had the correct players in the correct position to sidefoot home…