So here we were in Wigan to see the giant forces of the Latics and Baggies in a cataclysmic collision in this global league, where worldwide audiences would have lapped up the fare served up by the likes of er... Titus Bramble. Of course there were England internationals such as Emile Heskey and er.. Scott Carson playing too.
I had no shortage of people wanting to come and watch this match anyway, I was part of a party of five at this game. But without Neve Campbell and Jennifer Love Hewitt (I did have to Wikipedia that by the way). We got mistaken for Baggies fans in Wetherspoons, amongst our groups were no Wiganers and so our lack of a distinctive Wigan accent seemed to count against us. One of our party does have a slight Midlands twang though, so that may explain that. It was nothing too bad though, just heard a voice on the way out say 'boing boing baggies, and all that'.
Walking from the town centre to the stadium is a route I am familiar with, as I have been to the stadium a few times before, albeit for the 13-a-side code. The area around Wigan's two police stations was teeming with Greater Manchester constables, which made me think that the Baggies must have a bit of a reputation. The walk from the town centre to the stadium, on a miserable day, is not nice. It must give the town a bad reputation because it is so grim. There are much nicer places in Wigan that someone could walk through, but the thousands who travel into Wigan by rail to the JJB must think the town is a right shithole.
We paid the extra two pounds to sit on the half-way line, £22 each. The same as what I paid for a seat near the front at Preston to get extremely wet, but here perched under the scoreboard on the back row of the East Stand it was just like watching the game on the television. In fact, with the amount of photos I was taking, my friends thought I was filming the game. I told them I was filming it for Kuwaiti television, but I wasn't really.
The game itself was pretty poor in the first half, it took 40 minutes for the Latics to have the first shot on target. West Brom really should have won the game though. The baggies were boinging at the start of the second half after Ishmael Miller pounced on an error by Titus Bramble. The Latics equaliser was an acrobatic effort from Camara, totally against the run of play. Wigan won it in the final minutes with a Boyce bullet header winning the game.
The atmosphere was quite flat in the first half, the WBA fans made some noise telling the Latics fans that their support was 'fucking shit', when they were leading I think I even saw the Baggies bouncing or boinging. The Wigan fans didn't seem to make much noise until they got the equaliser. A strange chant was the old 'Carnival de Paris' song, you know 'der der, der der der, der der der, der der der, der der... der der der der, der der der der, derr de der der der der der...', strange in the sense that it ended with 'Ath-let-ic', not the two syllabilled 'Wi-gan', or 'La-tics'... yes, someone should like tell them about that or something.
One of the most atmospheric things about the game was the fog that hung over the tops of the stadium throughout the game.
Lets enough as my ramblings anyway, here are some pictures (including one of Boyce's header whistling over the line, I was proud of that, even though its still a rubbish picture, at the bottom):
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