Folks, I was only a ‘tic for about 10 years and a season ticket holder for about 8. Then we came out here (NZ) and honestly – one of the few things I still miss are my away days to watch Wigan and all the fun, banter, craic, laughs, highs, lows and moments of sheer desperation. One day I’ll be back to see the difference and knacker myself doing the Wigan ParkRun. I’m not cycling to Wigan this time!
Occasionally I get up at 04.00am to watch the fun, but being an old codger it knackers me. I’d probably have less to recover from from jet lag!
My fantastic footballing highlight was when the Women’s World Cup came to Wellington. I went to 6 games and then the final in Sydney. I was in my element and got to wear my Wigan blue and white stripey trousers. I met a Charlton fan and I’m not sure the kiwi fans knew what had arrived. It was difficult leading Wigan chants when I was the only one who knew the words to the ‘Shaun Maloney’, ‘Ali is a Blue’ or ‘BOYCEEEEE’.
At 04.54 on Sunday morning I’ll be listening out for the loudest rendition of “He’s One of our own” for Darren. I don’t mind if you wake me up. That is so so sad. Such a nice, genial, friendly and genial guy who maybe went into a dark space and could see no way out. Such a shame for him and such a disaster and difficult time for his family. I would see him at home games, but I would often have a brief chat with him at away games. Always kind.
But now I’m off to feed the chickens – they are always pleased to see me, and I’m going stroke the pet sheep.
Final score on Saturday or Sunday depending where you are, Wigan 2 – T’others 1. For the sake of Darren the should let us win. That’s how it works, doesn’t it?