Even when we have been the best side in the division we’ve always contrived to get bugger all from this dog hole and we got naff all here today either.
The story at
Wigan is an old one and it’s been repeated more times than Faulty Towers. We create bugger all, they take their first chance and go on to win
comfortably as our performance degenerates below the quality seen on Hackney
Marshes.
Yes, all this
played out in front of an uncovered relic of a terrace and a wooden stand that was either never
finished or they started knocking it down within days of it being
finished.
Springfield Park is a combination of the worst parts of Halifax, Exeter and Rochdale. The Layer Road of the North.
Springfield Park is a combination of the worst parts of Halifax, Exeter and Rochdale. The Layer Road of the North.
Perhaps when
those grounds were improved Wigan went tatting for the gubbins that were left
over. Indeed as they wait for their new
ground to be constructed Wigan have devised a cunning plan to save money. Simply let the old ground fall down.
There is
little point in going over the old story of how we managed to lose here again
and the only points of note were a chance for Wrack at 0 - 0 and the
confirmation that Simpson is surely not good enough to fritter a substantial
amount of money on him. In ninety minutes he never managed to beat his man once
and without us having any serious pace up front he has to go past people to create time
for the front two to get into dangerous
positions. Hednesford material if ever
I’ve seen it.
Stuart Barlow
scored both Wigan goals and they spent the last ten minutes trying to create a
third for him as we had the piss taken out of us. An altogether forgetful afternoon that bore
more resemblance to the pre June Walsall than the version that exists now.