Tag: Sheffield United
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PWU Wigan Athletic Podcast No. 155: Beach Hill
Experts claim February is the most depressing month of the year, at least for a certain sports surface outside Wigan town centre. But while there’s still a remote chance of greeting March as league leaders, the Robin Park beach will be eternally bathed in watery sunshine. I can already hear the chimes of Whelan brand […]
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Sheffield United 0-2 Wigan: Cluckin’ brilliant
“I’ve done it, Grandad,” he said, slamming down the phone receiver. “Done what, Grandson? The transfer window has been closed for five days now.” “I’ve signed Nando’s for Wigan Robin Park! Now we won’t need to re-open that curry shop outside the North Stand.” “Oh! Well, if you think this ‘Nann-doss’ chap is any good…” […]
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PWU Wigan Athletic Podcast No. 154: A loan in the dark
I’m sorry, I can’t view this transfer window as anything but a dismal failure. Because Big GC opted not to launch bids for Gary Dicker, Rod Fanni and David Goodwillie, small time internet weblogs will be forced to recycle the same Max Power memes posted in early August! Good job everybody has forgotten about them […]
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PWU Wigan Athletic Podcast No. 151: FA Muckup
Ahh, the nostalgic delight of FA Cup Third Round weekend. You might think Latics’ absence at this particular stage would remove some of the oft-cited ‘magic’ from Britain’s most prestigious cup competition. But no – for once, you could witness Jeff Stalling’s Sky Sports Snooze Breakdown with blissful comfort, safe in the knowledge that your […]
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Wigan 3-3 Sheffield United: Yanic who?
Robin Park Shopping Precinct, a wet and chilly January evening. Sparrows huddle for warmth under supermarket eaves as the wheeled metal machines below struggle to wake up. Suddenly from the stony silence, a sharp blast of Krautrock in the vicinity of Stadium Way. Was ist das? Heads swivel 180 degrees as the silhouette of a […]
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Wigan P-P Sheffield United: Cruel, Cruel Summer
I rose from my bed to the glorious summer sound of birds chirruping cheerfully in the chestnut trees. Stepping outside in just my boxer shorts, I plucked my morning milk from its usual spot by the step. “Ahh, warm semi-skimmed again! Hope this hasn’t curdled in the heat.” After applying an inordinate amount of sun […]
