First meeting in 1983 (except for a poxy Lancs Cup pre season jobby) was on boxing day 1983.

 

3 coaches early doors from the Albion,some very tasty old heads combined with a good mix of ''boys'' wearing lyle and scott,pringle,lacoste,kappa,tacchini,ellesse,you know the score with the clobber.

 

Approaching the shithole near the Earl of Balcarres,we clocked approx 70/80 lads wearing all the gear. They turned out to be Bolton as well,who'd parked up near the Pink Flamingo and were en route to the Ball and Boot, Wigan's so called main pub.

 

our coaches parked up and we ventured into the town centre,soon catching sight of a good 150 or so lads up the main street. We went flying up,but once again soon realised it was another mob of Bolton trying to find Wigan's firm.

 

Mobs of the size we had soon came under the scrutiny of the local filth,and were herded up and escorted to the shithole known as Springfield Park.

 

Bolton were everywhere,enormous queues for both our end and the home end. There were more Bolton lads queueing up for their end than the filthy inbred locals.

Once inside,the same story was repeated and Wigan's lads appeared in dribs and drabs,trying to mob up in the side near to the main(only fucking) stand.

 

The amount of Bolton lads and gruffters was simply staggering and the hosts couldn't compete on a level playing field

 

Bolton soon ventured over to offer festive greetings but Wigan's lads were not too keen to receive our offerings...

 

Out of a crowd of over 10,000 my conservative estimate was that 6,000 plus Wanderers were in the ground with a good 2000/3000 in their end as clearly evident when Jeff Chandler scored the only goal,causing most of the ground to start the classic ''Jingle Bells''

 

Game over and outside,Wigan did a vanishing act and were on their toes,appearing briefly later to try and ambush a van or 2 of Bolton stragglers.

 

Bolton certainly took over Wigan that day as they have done repeatedly sinc and no doubt Sunday will be the same.

 

I'll be gracing that shithole once again on Sunday,good luck ladies and gents,but keep your wits about you,as they are snidey bastards and will only mount an attack if we're heavily outnumbered or a female

 

 

Wigan  ?    i've shat bigger

Bravo

Cheeky backyards had put the price up for away fans & had just put a chalk Mark thru the usual price! Hadn't the brains to cover it up.... mattered not when the gates were forced open & in we went for free 

My memory ain't what it was but wasn't there a Friday night game when one of our lads got ambushed & slashed?

The return match that season was on Easter Saturday and on the back of a 5-0 drubbing at Oxford on the Good Friday.

 

Wigan were meant to be turning out in their numbers,as were the Whites.

 

Early doors,around 50 of us mostly Morris Green/Great Lever lads got wind that they'd turned up 200 handed and were in the Sweet Green. We walked across Morrisons car park and were met head on by their mob,which to their credit was probably 200 strong and tooled up. I hate giving them bastards credit but they did have us on our toes,largely down to vastly superior numbers and being tooled up,launching anything they could get their hands on.

 

Word soon spread and by lunchtime numbers of Bolton lads had swelled to the few hundreds and suddenly Wigan's mob of lads began to dwindle as a good 300 Bolton went hunting for them.

 

I'll never forget Damper Des wandering round town with a pie tied to a stick trying to lure the Wigan lot out.

 

A small mob of Wigan were in the York and very promptly and severely dealt with,as were a few who dared to enter the Rose Hill. The rest of them for some strange reason became teetotal.

 

The match itself was shite,they took the 3 points with a 1-0 victory,but the main event was brewing afterwards.

 

Bolton mobbed up near the King Bill,the mob we had was huge,probably matching the numbers v United over a decade later.

 

When Wigan's mob finally appeared on Manny Road all hell broke loose. the roar went up and hundreds of the Whites charged up towards the Waggon and Horses. Wigan did not hang about for a second. The chase was on,all the way to Trinity Street. The filth made efforts to stop us getting in the station but the big old wooden doors were smashed open and Wigan's mob were scurrying over the greased boards,fleeing for their lives. Many pieman took a good hiding that day. One thought he could hide in the old red phone box outside but he was seriously beaten by a good G/L lad

 

Those days will never return,Wigan know that hence the reason they'll try to backchat to their peers

My memory ain't what it was but wasn't there a Friday night game when one of our lads got ambushed & slashed?

 

Ronnie if you mean the farnworth lad who got slashed,that was on a saturday in march '86.  We were 300 strong in the Crofters for most of the day. Wigan didn't want to know. But when 40/50 went to The Market Tavern they came out and ambushed the Bolton lads. When the main mob got wind,we hunted the fuckers down. As usual their end was taken and they were legged from it. Same after the match.

 

The same season,we played them in the northern final of the Freight Rover. 300 Bolton got off at Ince and took it straight to Wigan at the Ball and Boot. The shithouses wouldn't come out until the old bill turned up to save their scabby skins.  Their mob in the return leg at Burnden was absolutely pitiful and arrived midway through the first half under escort. Shithouses

Easter Saturday 1986 as a young 18 year old was a bit tasty to say the least.Train from Bolton early doors and was packed with all ages.Early afternoon the softies decided to attack us from outside smashing windows etc while we in a pub think was called Market Tavern at the time.Needless to say they soon did one when we piled out of pub.Old bill then arrived escorting some of us to shithole ground

Cheers S, memory jogged! I have no recall of anything that day apart from hearing about the slashing... must have been totally mobbed!

monged not mobbed! 

Once again ended up sprawled across the Tarmac when Wigan turned up at the York In taxis from Atherton after every fucker had gone home,around 2003ish,ripping my jeans in the process.

 

Then there's the Hindley stop off on the way back from Everton.

 

The only other time I've seen them they were knocking round Wall Street in 5&6's picking off lone Bolton scarffers and dads with lads the cunts.

 

Didn't want to know with 50 strong mob of Bolton further down the street.

Once again ended up sprawled across the Tarmac when Wigan turned up at the York In taxis from Atherton after every fucker had gone home,around 2003ish,ripping my jeans in the process.

 

Then there's the Hindley stop off on the way back from Everton.

 

The only other time I've seen them they were knocking round Wall Street in 5&6's picking off lone Bolton scarffers and dads with lads the cunts.

 

Didn't want to know with 50 strong mob of Bolton further down the street.

 

 

Remember the york after the Charlton cup match,when we waited in vain for them for hours ?  One of their lads had driven past earlier and rang the others telling them ''it was advisable to go home''.................sums the fuckers up

a memory that will stay with me to my grave was Wigan away on boxing day '84.

 

a few vans met up near the bus station and went to pick up a fair few horwich lads. we met at the pub near Crown Lane,can't think of it's name. A Horwich lad turned up in a hearse and 7 or 8 lads jumped in for the short journey across the border.

 

Whoever that Horwich lad was,I salute you sir. Thanks for a lifetime memory 

Been in trouble a few times with Wigan and always seem to end up bumping into their lads so try to keep a low profile as they piss me off and I can't walk away.

Very softcore this but Gumbo and I nearly took a kicking at their place a few years ago.

 

Went on the train. From Victoria I think. Bumped into Zozzy and a load of Walkden early doors

 

Stopped off at a few places on the train route before Wigan itself

 

When we got there the video cameras were out at the station and everyone was being forced up the hill from the station and we were followed by the plod

 

Everyone's favourite ex carpet fitter, Gumbo and I managed to give them the slip and headed back the other way for a good drink. Zoz was, as always, incontrollable at this stage so when one boozer didn't let us in he jumped over this wall/ fence thing leaving us 2 to make our way in another way

 

It soon became clear that the clientele were Wigan's "lot". Zozzy didn't give a shit and had a drink or 2 and then disappeared, again leaving Gumbo and I. It felt like the entire pub was closing in on us but we somehow made it out.

 

There was a good few lads in there and I thought we were in big bother. They followed us for a bit but we managed to lose them with a sigh of relief

 

Soft lads are us

Very softcore this but Gumbo and I nearly took a kicking at their place a few years ago.

Went on the train. From Victoria I think. Bumped into Zozzy and a load of Walkden early doors

Stopped off at a few places on the train route before Wigan itself

When we got there the video cameras were out at the station and everyone was being forced up the hill from the station and we were followed by the plod

Everyone's favourite ex carpet fitter, Gumbo and I managed to give them the slip and headed back the other way for a good drink. Zoz was, as always, incontrollable at this stage so when one boozer didn't let us in he jumped over this wall/ fence thing leaving us 2 to make our way in another way

It soon became clear that the clientele were Wigan's "lot". Zozzy didn't give a shit and had a drink or 2 and then disappeared, again leaving Gumbo and I. It felt like the entire pub was closing in on us but we somehow made it out.

There was a good few lads in there and I thought we were in big bother. They followed us for a bit but we managed to lose them with a sigh of relief

Soft lads are us

Your lucky very lucky that scenario is right up there street, I don't think they have any morals when it comes to Bolton.

A lorry driver going for me on a night shift at sainsburys because he found out I was Bolton???

 

He was a twat of the highest order. Another driver explained he was one of their lads (I wouldn't know) and had been slashed at Bolton many years before.

Was in the market tavern with an old bowton lad who always wore a deer stalker when it went off , allsorts came flying through the windows and i got hit with a metal fence post from the roadworks , bolton behind the bar robbing the tills and the lad with the deer stalker running upstairs to the landords gaff and chucking stuff out the upstairs window onto the piemen outside.

Was in the market tavern with an old bowton lad who always wore a deer stalker when it went off 

 

What did he wear when there wasn't a ruck going on?

What did he wear when there wasn't a ruck going on?

In those days I think there was always a ruck going on!!!

What did he wear when there wasn't a ruck going on?

 

Poor grammar on my part there Traf , comma in wrong place 

Edited December 13, 201312 yr by burnden

Mind you, in days gone by, you could usually tell what kind of day it was going to be by looking at Mr H's choice of footwear.

I have to say my chief memory of Wigan fans in matches at Burnden in the mid 80s was a number of old people stood on their half empty section of the Embankment occasionally breaking in to an imaginative chant of "Wigan, Wigan, Wigan, Wigan .... Wigan, Wigan, Wigan"

i think there were even less pie munchers present at Springfield Pit in 92/93 when Tony Kelly scored his Maradonaesque goal. Most of the ground erupted when that went in,we were in the stand(not grand) and only a few locals with rattles were present in there as well

I remember a mob of about 50 Wiggin tried to storm the Rose Hill many many years ago, IIRC one of them had a pair of crutches he was lashing out with, that were a good few minutes we had

Easter Saturday 1986 as a young 18 year old was a bit tasty to say the least.Train from Bolton early doors and was packed with all ages.Early afternoon the softies decided to attack us from outside smashing windows etc while we in a pub think was called Market Tavern at the time.Needless to say they soon did one when we piled out of pub.Old bill then arrived escorting some of us to shithole ground

4 of us from Athy were in that day, and we legged it when the OB decided to take us to the ground, it was funny watching stools going in and out through the window, reminds me of a day in Burnley when the pubs hoover got the same treatment

I remember a mob of about 50 Wiggin tried to storm the Rose Hill many many years ago, IIRC one of them had a pair of crutches he was lashing out with, that were a good few minutes we had

 

R - was that the easter saturday game in 83/84 ? they had a fair few casualties sat on the wall outside the away entrance when it used to be on the car park