Reading

As for tonight, heart over head I’ll say 2-1 Latics

Thing is Cook is the boss and expect to see four defenders including Naismith out of position as left back/ wing back. Massey Williams and Lowe in some tangled mess as attacking mid, Moore or Garner feeding off scraps and Evans with Sam as the defensive mids. Thats the way he likes to play and he is not for changing.

Match report for tonights match.

Reading.

The chances of a good win on a cold sleeting night at Elm Road aka Madjeski are high. In defence we have our exchange from Brighton for Dan Byrne or is it Nathan Burn, Baluga the friendly killer whale who gets in the way of everything and blocks even the most determined Japanese whaling ship. We were lucky not to lose at Cardiff. Our once own Boggle wasn’t there to make every attack offside. The Blue Baluga Whale is never fearful of surging forward to attack and retaliate the attacking hunters and poachers. And why not if Keiffer more prefers to go into the full back line get into the action having felt lonely with little to do up front. If it confuses me, it’ll confuse the oppo.

Bill Bryson in ‘The Body’ tells me that one of the reasons we have fingerprints, valleys and ridges on our hands is to improve our grip. Marshall has spent the last few days at the manicurist. Grip tomorrow like was like Sellotape when you’re trying to wrap a last-minute Christmas present.

But I digress. Nathan surged forward creating wave after tsunami of attacks, knocking across pinpoint passes to Keiffers head. Lowe, who everyone hates at the moment tirelessly ran around the pitch following every long ball from the last scape goat, Kal, who played a blinder. Lowe crossed the ball to Jacobs, the last scapegoat who side stepped it to Pilkington who smashed it into the net, so hard in fact that the ball made a hole in the net. Goal disallowed; if Ali had been between the sticks no one would have got near the ball. Ali still hates Bolton. Therapy hasn’t worked. Reading did have an attack. Cedric was back in a flash, clearing off the line saving a near certain goal, and NO he didn’t hand ball it. He told me so.

The 93rd minute came and went. Wigan, through a Jacobs bit of jinking and twisting slips in a last kick of the game goal. Reading, whose reading, 0 Wigan 1. Will grigg is still on fire but no one knows about it.

2 0 Reading

Up yours Delboy! Cook out.