Lets beat these horrible Redmen!

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Oh Griffy, Griffy, Griffy!

I wasn’t going to bother posting today, as my wooden spoon needs a rest. But your comments above have left me with no alternative.
I find it a bit rich to be honest, considering that in the last few weeks you have admitted to previously following both Bolton Wanderers, and Manchester United. I also reckon that before we got in the Premiership, you didn’t even follow Wigan. I can’t recall seeing you at all, and you’ve a face I would remember. I’m just wondering, where did you go at Springfield Park? I myself, from 1986-87, sat in the Phoenix Stand. Then when they opened the ‘Heinz Family Enclosure’, I sat in there until about 1991. Then we had a spell of standing behind the goal at the Springfield end, before in about 1992, we moved to the St Andrew’s side, standing about halfway line. That continued until the day the ground closed. At the JJB, we sat in the South Stand, up top, before moving to the East Stand in 2005. I’ve had the same seat since.

And as for me ‘not liking watching Wigan anymore’, you have got that very wrong. I still LOVE watching Wigan…..it’s a lot of our so called ‘fans’ that I have a problem with. We’ve a load of bullsh*tters that have latched onto the club. I’ve got them sat near me. One lad who sits in front of me on Saturday, moaning and groaning about this, that,and the other, and I said “when we go down, will you still come?” He said “I don’t know, my dad said he isn’t”. I said to him “Last time in the Championship, it was great” and all he could talk about was the Reading game. That said it all, the game when our attendance jumped from 12,000, to 19,000. Bandwagon jumping dicks.
The reason I am so up for relegation is, it will sort the ‘wheat from the chafe’, so to speak. I bet now that half the people who sit near me, don’t appear next season. And that’s if Whelan allows us to still sit in the East Stand, because if he can cram us all into the West and South Stands, do you think he’ll want to Police an empty stand? I do wonder.

So there you go, Griffy. :violin: :violence-rocket:

What a shame you reneged on that.

And what a shame you wasted all that energy typing such unadulterated drivel that it’s not even worth responding to.[/quote]

You READ it though, didn’t you?

Griffy, you’re a fraud., Bolton….United….Wigan….. :hand:

When we go down, I’m hoping the majority of these bandwagoners vanish.

And that what happened when they won the title at the DW, when they all came through the gates really late on in the game, into the West Stand, was nothing short of a disgrace.

I bet Griffy was in his element. :hand:

Actually, I didn’t no. Just the first part.

And as you are referring to the post I made some months in which I produced an extract from my as yet unfinished and highly likely never to be published book, I will post it again here for the benefit of those who don’t recall or didn’t see it.

It stands up to scutiny. Not that it matters if it doesn’t, however. The day I give a flyer what total strangers on an internet forum think, particularly you two Dave, is the day I pack it all in.

Anyway, here are excerpts from it again. See if you can read it properly this time. I’d like you to point out where I said I supported Bolton. Or where I said I supported Man United. For your ref, I am still an “armchair fan” of United, but that doesn’t make me a supporter.

There’s a lot of honesty and consistency in there, I think. You should try it some day.

…As we reached the age of seven or eight, Andy’s dad would take us to watch some real football. In those days he was not in the rugby league camp like my dad and was, and still is almost forty years later, Bobby Charlton’s biggest fan. He would take us to various grounds in the early seventies. I remember going to watch Bolton at Burnden Park and Leeds at Elland Road. Until relatively recently I had match programmes from Old Trafford and I therefore know for a fact that I saw Georgie Best, Denis Law and even Charlton himself play live, without remembering too much about it, sadly…

Suddenly, magically, I was twelve and allowed to go to a real match on my own. With football hooliganism arguably at its peak this was an amazing thing for my parents to allow me to do. I was only allowed to go to watch Bolton Wanderers though, primarily because we could safely take the number 559 bus from the top of Castle Hill all the way to Bolton’s ground.

Then, in 1978, Wigan Athletic, my home town team, was elected to the football league and I, probably along with many other youngsters of my age jumped on the bandwagon. The marriage of convenience with Bolton was annulled and I was a “Latics Mon”. I went to away games with my Uncle Alan and in the second season even started to go to away games unaccompanied. I was a supporter of my home town team, just as you are supposed to be, and conveniently consigned to history those early dalliances with Bolton, Leeds and Manchester United.

In my mid to late teens, I played euphonium in a brass band and this really took over my life. I didn’t exactly fall out of love with football but it certainly took a back seat for a while. I even started to go to watch the world famous Wigan rugby league team with my dad in a period when they were dominating the sport and beating all-comers from the few corners of the world where the game was played – South-East Australia, New Zealand, Perpignan and a 10-mile stretch either side of the M62 in the north of England. Glory hunting, or simply taking advantage of one of the very few places you could get a pint between three and five o’clock on a Sunday afternoon? You decide, but if truth be told it was probably a bit of both.

On my return to Wigan from college at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I became a founder member of Hindley Celtic, a team consisting predominantly of catholic lads that must have been the only papal-influenced team in history to choose to play in an orange strip. As we played on Saturdays, my visits to Springfield Park to watch the Latics over the next few years were still few and far between. As I was also living and working in Manchester, I shamefully lost my primary allegiance to Latics and became an armchair Manchester United fan. Well, it was either them or Manchester City and what loser would choose City over United? Not this glory-hunter, for sure.

Yes, well done. Conclusive proof you can’t read.

Hmmm as someone who has been to watch games at Anfield, Goodison, Elland Road, Burndown Park, Wembley, Old Trafford & various grounds in Scotland. Does this too mean I have had more clubs than Jack Nicklaus? :angry-soapbox: :angry-banghead:

From reading that short excerpt it states that Griff has indeed been to other grounds to watch other teams play however it does clearly say he followed Wigan for over 30yrs. :obscene-drinkingcheers:

Seems to me he is defininately a Latics Mon through & through .

Let’s stop here, shall we. Find me where it actually said that.

No intention of justifyingexplaining myself to the hard of thinking Dave twins, but if you both keep lying Dave, I will have to continue to point it out.