As I type, a mysterious substance is trickling down my window pane, leaving behind a suspicious trail of sandy residue. Upon further inspection, this appears to be the material they call ‘rain’ – yes, I believe I’ve heard it mentioned by the 100,000ft man that towers over the United Kingdom. Don’t tell me you haven’t…
As you probably know by now, League One is no place for great footballing sides. It is a place for procrastinating ball boys and the soggy, half-eaten packet of Revels they call the referee pool. It is a place where cards are cheaper than the bargain bin at Birthday Box during half price happy hour…
Zzzzz… snore. Muh-Maloney into Watsurrrn… yeah… zzzZzzzZzz… Huh, what? Why’d you have to wake me when I was dreaming of Wembley again? Well, while we’re on the subject for the 3,094,874th day in a row, remember that *other* time Latics scored a last minute winner at the DW holiday home? The prize that day was…
Never underestimate the role of entertainment in modern society. Without it, we are relegated to the role of a mere machine, performing the same three repetitive tasks until our motherboard melts to a sticky mush. Then our owner buys an upgraded model, tossing us onto the ‘robot mountain’ they really ought to bury in the…
Today’s post is dedicated to the programme and fanzine sellers that populate the bridge over the River Pie. With the return of Cockney Latic earlier this year, there are now three independent Wigan Athletic fanzines in regular circulation, and it is possible to pick up a fresh new glossy mag each month. In this age…
Crikey! We’re barely into October and the Jose Mourinho squad rotation is already creeping into Captain Cald’s team sheet composition. I like to think he sits in front of his Brother typewriter and painstakingly constructs them with one finger, letter by letter… because that’s certainly what I would do. In fact it formed the central…
Today’s post is rated 15 by the LBBC (Latics Board of Blog Classification) due to violent situations. And before we proceed, JWAW would like to point out that it doesn’t condone lashing out, at least not when the ref’s looking your way. Still here? Really? You gotta be crazy… Many more one-liners like that and…
Hmm, Latics vs Latics… wait, this could get very messy indeed – we require a non-controversial naming convention here. I can only use ‘Oldham’ and ‘Wigan’ so many times before Google Penguin (or whatever it’s called now) relegates this post to the seventh page of search results. With 100 results per page. A few seasons…
Yesterday was the first day of autumn, and it really doesn’t surprise me. Because even though Saturday’s game played out under sunny skies, the DW surface betrayed the true time of year. Minds were cast back to Septembers past, with pitches soggier than a slice of toast covered in a particularly runny bean sauce and…
When I heard Latics were playing Fleetwood Town this weekend, I thought, “my cod! What a brilliant op-perch–tuna-ty to embellish my whiting with some crappie puns”. Fleetwood is famously the fish and chip capital of the north, and since David ‘Frites Haute Cuisine’ Sharpe has a much-publicised soft spot for upmarket fried pollack, I thought…
I’ve got some great news for you – Latics currently lie second in the most important league of all, the League One Top Rated Pie Championship! I suggest we drop this footballing nonsense and switch our entire production line to the good ol’ meat an’ tater in a bid for the prestigious Holland’s Pie Cup….
Interpretation can be a simultaneously dangerous and wonderful thing. It is much like a front tooth in that most people have one, and no two gnashers are in the same state of decay. And that’s the sort of thing we love… the challenge of analysing a press conference banner, that is. The actual ‘Laws of…