Latics 1-1 Sunderland Saturday 11th September 2010 As much as we love it, as much as we paint it as an art and revel in its occasional moments of sheer, as much as we’d like to pretend otherwise, football is a game of clichés. One match of the day script is pretty much interchangeable with […]
The more observant amongst you have probably spotted that I’ve not said anything about the Spurs result, and barely anything about the Hartlepool game that preceded it. That’s 50% down to me being busy, 20% down to that “I’ve got ages, there’s a fortnight before we play again” feeling that comes with every international break […]
Not a patch on playlist #8 It’s hard to say what would have happened had England qualified for the world cup in 1994 but chances are that I’d have spent more time watching football than courting and could be sat here now with no kids and no mortgage living the life of Riley, not that […]
Do I need to remind you of my feelings towards Paul Scharner? Things will be so much easier if we can leave that at my never having rated him, he was my favourite left back, provided that he was left back in whichever suburb of Washington is reserved for c-list footballers. He might have played […]
If I’d been given a pound to go with every snide remark I’ve read or heard about attendances at Latics then I’d probably have enough money to buy up all the spare tickets at the DW ensuring a home sell out for the rest of the season. I’m also guessing that I’d be too minted […]
I reckon that just about now the rats will be considering their next move, do they jump back onto the sinking ship and wait for their next chance to stamp their feet and tell us that they’re not coming again, again or do they stay where they are, prodding us with pointed sticks, telling us […]
In all my years watching Wigan Athletic, and they’re not insubstantial, I’ve never been so cross, I’ve never been so frustrated and I’ve never been so close to chucking it all in and starting all over again. This business with Charles N’Zogbia has just gone too far, it’s pushed me over the edge, I’m sick […]
aka, Blackpool seafront So what with all the clichéd stereotypical nonsense that will be floating around under the guise of match previews and predictions this weekend, notapatchon decided to make a good use of NRP’s dinner break and send him down to see Gypsy Sammy Lee down on Blackpool prom to see if she’d get […]
aka, Blackpool seafront So what with all the clichéd stereotypical nonsense that will be floating around under the guise of match previews and predictions this weekend, notapatchon decided to make a good use of NRP’s dinner break and send him down to see Gypsy Sammy Lee down on Blackpool prom to see if she’d get […]
Around this time of year I would normally write a piece bemoaning the death of the League Cup maybe suggesting some ways in which it could be improved, how we could get away from the position where the competition simply doesn’t matter any more. It’s all nonsense of course because all you need to do […]