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Sunday, 1 August 2021

Wigan Athletic Legends vs. Wigan Athletic Academy – Joseph’s Goal Charity Game 2021

So, where were we? After almost A YEAR since my last groundhop, we’ve seen further lockdowns, a brief civil war in the top echelons of football, more clubs struggle under financial hardship and England lose a European Championship final on penalty kicks. With most of the country back open, vaccines rolled out to the majority and no mandatory restrictions in place, hopefully we’re back on track to enjoy football in person again. Hopefully.

I’m back at Ashton Town today – it’s the annual Joseph’s Goal charity match which in the past has pitted a Wigan Athletic ‘old boys’ side against former players from Manchester City, Manchester United, a Dutch Masters select and Hollyoaks. With COVID still a lurking concern, this year’s opponents have been drawn from the Wigan Athletic Academy – budding professionals taking on former professionals, adding fresh intrigue to the occasion.

Interestingly, the inaugural Joseph’s Goal charity match back in 2015 was supposed to feature the Latics youth team but that fixture was rained off and when a rearranged date was set, they couldn’t make it. So, in stepped the aforementioned team made up by actors and staff from the Channel 4 soap – despite a spirited effort, the Hollyoaks lads struggled to keep pace with the Latics veterans, who ran out 10-0 winners.

It’s quite apt that the academy are in action at this celebrated occasion today because it was the youth set-up that essentially saved Wigan Athletic from going under last year. The inexplicable move to put the club into administration by an owner who had only purchased the club a month previously led to Wigan being in danger of not paying the bills, in the middle of a pandemic with no income coming through the gates.

In the end, the club had to sell three talented youngsters – Jensen Weir, Alfie Devine and Joe Gelhardt to Premier League sides Brighton, Tottenham and Leeds for a fraction of what they were worth if the club didn’t need to sell right then and there. Together with money raised by supporters, the team got through to the end of the season where they just came up short in surviving the 12-point deduction and thus relegated to League One.

The 2-0 defeat at Ipswich on the opening day of the 2020-21 campaign saw half of the Wigan squad made up by academy players – this number grew throughout the first half of the season as more players left and injury plagued the squad. Somehow though, everyone railed together – the club was devastated as more than 70% of staff were made redundant leaving coaches performing 6 or 7 roles. The arrival of new owners, Bahraini-backed Phoenix 2021, a month or so before the end of the season gave everyone a lift and the cobbled-together squad of youth players, short-term contracts and loanees managed to do enough to survive a second successive relegation.

While, with smart investment, there’s hope we can challenge around the top end of the table this season, it’s the academy that will continue to provide the club with its heartbeat going forwards – graduates like Callum Lang, Thelo Aasgaard, Adam Long, Luke Robinson and Harry McHugh chief amongst them.

Funnily enough, one of my last groundhops before Corona shut everything down was Wigan’s youth cup quarter-final against Manchester United at Old Trafford. The scorer in the 2-1 defeat that day was Sean McGurk – another player who has recently left us, joining Gelhardt at Leeds for what was probably little more than a training fee. Academy Manager Gregor Ricoh (featuring in today’s Latics Legends team) recently commented that the set-up has been set back several years by the administration – the number of players leaving causing a vacuum to be formed that has seen U18s having to step up to the U23s. It was a relief to hear that the academy is a priority for the new owners – as I’ve just outlined, it saved my football club, creating bone-fide legends out of teenagers who had never played a game of professional football before. It’s only right that it should be protected and invested in going forwards.

COVID has overseen what is probably a slimmed-down occasion for the Joseph’s Goal match this year – the Latics Legends side is made up of club staff, including the aforementioned Ricoh and first-team manager, Leam Richardson. Emmerson Boyce and Gary Caldwell (making his Latics Legends debut) are the standout former Latics players – but it’s the presence of an active professional that has been the headline-making news about this game. Sam Morsy, one of the players who had to be moved on last summer, has obtained permission from Middlesbrough manager, Neil Warnock, to play a part today – an incredibly brilliant gesture from them both. I sort-of feel sorry for the Academy lads now as their team is essentially a mix of the U18s team (possibly with some U16s?) against these legends – and to make things worse, several of the older lads from the U23s are lining up for the Legends too!

Co-managing the Legends today is a member of England’s coaching staff – former Latics striker and FA Cup-winning assistant manager, Graeme Jones. He was a major presence during England’s run to the final of Euro 2020 (well, I saw him on telly a lot) – a match that ended in heartbreak for England as they lost on penalties. It happened three weeks ago now and to be honest, I’ve been avoiding all the fallout from it. The reports of sickening online racial abuse just added to a day of utter cringeworthy behaviour from fans – England already has this prejudiced reputation of being arrogant (in fact, the opposite is true; you will never find a more self-deprecating people), but the combination of the occasion and the unlocking of Coronavirus restrictions just created this orgy of cringe.

England didn’t do enough to win it on the day, fair enough, but it isn’t the match itself that makes me not want to watch it again (or even think about the tournament with fondness) – it’s all this outside stuff (and accompanying political machinations) that hurt the most. It’s such a shame because the country was growing closer during the tournament – everyone of all backgrounds, walks of life and views uniting to support our team. It’s what football is so good at. Unfortunately, people can’t watch a game of football anymore without being dickheads and acting the ‘big I am’ or previously uninterested ‘fans’ using the fallout to further their partisan ends.

Speaking of which – the pandemic also saw an attempt by Europe’s biggest clubs to form a ‘European Super League’. It’s something that’s been talked about for more than 30 years so it’s not a surprise to see the idea floated, but it was the cheek of them pushing for it now, taking advantage of the pandemic, that angered most people. To make things worse, these clubs expected to be allowed to compete in their domestic leagues, effectively rendering them second-tier competitions while they played in their closed-off league, growing richer. It was an affront to the game we love – one of the best things about football is that clubs can grow from being small provincial clubs into ones that take on the best in their country week-in-week-out.

To me (and most others, it seems!) the move was purely a ‘pull the ladder up’ exercise that quite justly fell on its face almost as soon as it became public. The excuse given for them wanting their own league is that the top club ‘attract all the supporters and sponsors’ and ‘don’t get a fair cut of income’ – almost like their opponents don’t matter. They forget that the reason they’ve been successful in the first place is because there have been (supposed) ‘smaller’ clubs that provide fodder for them – the trouble is that this fodder beating them is often the difference in them winning something or not. So, let’s dismiss the ‘more competition’ argument – they wanted the ESL to make money, nothing else.

Fair play to supporters of the English clubs who responded in anger to the news; protests happening at all of those involved – but we all shouldn’t let it rest. These top clubs, their owners and the investment firms backing them will definitely try again to carve up more of the football finance cake for themselves. Whatever they come up with, it is the duty of our national associations, UEFA and FIFA to stamp them out before they ruin our game, taking away that dream for many of our clubs to compete at the very top levels. In the meantime, let’s stop pretending the top clubs care about football and the people who watch it, eh?

Far away from the shenanigans at the top level of our game is non-league football, proper football some might say. People say this because these clubs inhibit the philosophies that has seen football grow to be the biggest sport in the world – namely, its community spirit. Today, Ashton Town are once again hosting the match for a local charity, given global exposure during the 2013 FA Cup Final. Named after Joseph Kendrick, a now-12-year-old boy who suffers from NKH (Nonketotic Hyperglycinemia, a rare life-limiting disorder), the charity has come to represent the good of football and the people who watch it – growing a community of its own and even inspiring others to go on and create and got involved with other charitable endeavours.


This is always a well-organised event, but it looks to be even better this year – possibly due to COVID, there’s plenty of outdoor amenities around the ground; a cider bar, burger trailer, ice cream van and a can point. Like the maverick I am, I go into the empty clubhouse and get a pint of Skinny Lager – a brew that’s new to the club this year I believe, and it's actually really nice. It slips down the palette easy enough; it’s what I would describe as a ‘trendy lager’ – low-calorie (hence the name ‘Skinny’!), gluten-free and safe for vegans. The best thing is that it doesn’t compromise on the alcohol content too Along with Kopparberg on tap for even trendier cider drinkers, it's certainly a step up from the cans of Carling in previous years – there’s still no Leffe, though.

There’s a decent crowd around the ground, not as many as there’s been in previous years (for obvious reasons), but there’s still a good atmosphere nonetheless. The two teams enter the field and line up to have their photos taken – Morsy, Boyce and Caldwell all starting. The first 15 minutes of the match are decent – the U18s look good on the break and they open the scoring; a single pass splitting the Latics’ veteran defenders before an attacker hits the ball high, across the goalkeeper, and in.

Morsy was already off before the goal went in; he played 10 minutes, which was clearly the arrangement with Middlesbrough. Despite his role being a cameo, the combative midfielder saw plenty of the ball and even got to show his trademark aggression, by getting in front of an opponent to muscle him off the ball. Top lad. The U18s add a second goal not long after the first, which was almost a carbon copy – a through ball saw an attacker speed in from the right and hitting it into the opposite corner. It’s a shame for the Legends to be down 2-0 already as they’ve had most of the ball and done most of the attacking.

A full-back during his playing career (at least from what I remember!), Leam Richardson is looking excellent in central midfield, dictating the play (well, he’s either playing well or the young lads don’t want to go in hard on the club’s First Team manager!). He has a great chance to get a goal back after a volley from the edge of the area is deflected and the keeper, who was diving the wrong way, just about grabbed a hold of the ball. That’s him getting nowhere near the First Team! The young keeper then does well to parry a shot from Boyce, as the right-back skips past a few challenges to shoot – typically, they break upfield and almost grab a third but pressure from the opposing keeper sees the ball lifted over the bar.

Just as it seemed like the U18s would run riot against a Latics Legends defence containing three men over 40, Harry McHugh (only 18 himself) showed the quality that he demonstrated in his fleeting First Team appearances last season – finding space to slide the ball across to a U23 teammate who lashed home. It got better just before half-time as the Legends found an equaliser through a near-post corner – completely unmarked, another U23 player side-foot volleyed in. It caps off an entertaining half; the teams are better matched than I thought. While the Legends are showing great skill and obvious experience, they lack the legs to keep up with the young lads – the U23 players helping to redress the balance somewhat. U23 captain, Scott Smith, is usually a midfielder but seems to be playing as a third centre-back, doing the running for Caldwell and Co! In fairness, Boycey is showing he still has a great engine – even at 40, he’s getting up-and-down the right-hand side well!

Bizarrely, the teams don't swap sides for the second half – not sure what that's about? The Legends take the half-time opportunity to sub off the more ‘senior’ players; the side now being a Wigan Athletic U23 Select, plus Gary Caldwell. The fresh legs make a huge difference as they add two goals – a long ball that’s chested down brilliantly and fired past the onrushing goalkeeper, and then yet another through-ball sees an attacker clip past the beleaguered keeper (I wish they would have announced the goalscorers!)


With 20 minutes to go, the Legends believe it’s safe for the veterans to return as a whole host of seniors are subbed on. Among them is Academy manager, Gregor Ricoh; a brilliant coach who basically created the production line of youth the club enjoys and is someone who stuck by the club last season to help with the first team. The first thing the youth head honcho does is give one of his U18 opponents a shoulder squeeze – classic intimidation!

As if the result was scripted (it definitely wasn’t – the match seemed like a Dads vs Lads game for the last 20 minutes!), the U18s score twice. First, the goal of the day when a long-range strike finds the top corner and then a late penalty (it was) is tucked away, signalling to the ref to blow up for full-time (not sure it was). Penalties it was – not the first time in this annual charity game! First up for the Legends is Gary Caldwell – the last time he stepped up first to take a penalty was in the 2014 FA Cup semi-final against Arsenal at Wembley. Can he exorcise those ghosts by tucking one away at Ashton Town? He did – giving the teenager between the sticks no chance; “That’s what I meant to do last time” he shouts amongst the good-natured banter that sounds after the ball hits the net.

Emmerson Boyce slots home his penalty

The shoot-out goes to sudden death, where the Legends keeper pulls off a fine save and it’s left to another U23 player to score the goal that takes the win. Another great occasion, one that was definitely affected by the pandemic but was nevertheless no less entertaining, raising money for a great cause in the process. Here’s hoping for a larger occasion next season, as well as an uninterrupted season and many more groundhops! You can learn more about the Joseph’s Goal charity here.

Saturday, 14 March 2020

Ashton Town vs. Holker Old Boys

I think it speaks volumes about the renitence of our country that football games have only been suspended in times of war – indeed, the First World War was a year-old before the football season was halted. As football is engrained in our culture, it was used to act as a vessel of our defiance; no, we will not be cowed and change our way of life for you.

Whilst we’re not at war with any other nation today (thankfully), we are ‘at war’ with something else – the COVID-19 virus. This new infectious disease has wreaked havoc around the world, putting a stop to public events – including, as of yesterday, all professional football in Britain.

Faced with nothing to do of a weekend, many of us are lost. So I decided to play it safe; instead of fighting people for the last pack of bog roll in the supermarket, I instead made the 20-minute bus journey to Ashton-in-Makerfield to see Ashton Town take on Holker Old Boys in the North West Counties League Division One North.

Now, let’s get one thing clear here – I fully support the decision to suspend professional matches. Whilst I suspect that the decision was sealed when several players and coaches got infected (or went into isolation), you can’t really deal with a pandemic by having tens of thousands of people gather in one place, all over the country. The people most at risk are the elderly or those with pre-existing illnesses (a bit like seasonal flu – but it isn’t flu, it’s more aggressive, and there’s no vaccine), so it’s only right that we take measures to protect the most vulnerable – but whilst we need to take it seriously, we need to be calm too.

My issue is that people are panicking without due cause (it’s not like the Second World War when the prospect of a bomb dropping on your house was real) – the aforementioned fighting-for-bog-roll isn’t a joke, it’s actually happening. Exacerbated by the instant communications we have these days, people are being somewhat hysterical – even if they ever have a right to be, causing panic will only make things worse, leading to rash decisions that sees them bulk buy groceries or worse, put people in danger because of pure selfishness. What’s that war motto (that people/companies have ripped off to use as memes) – Keep Calm and Carry On? I’m even gladder that we aren’t at war with anyone but a virus right now!

I wanted to see a match today, as I don’t know whether any non-league games will be on in the next few weeks/months – a few I had eyed up last night were called off this morning after clubs had spoken with each other about the situation. Ashton Town happens to be the most local non-league side to me, so I thought about it – and then they offered Wigan Athletic season ticket holders free entry. I was on that bus faster than The Vengaboys.


If I were to speculate (always say that when you suspect you might be incorrect) – one of the reasons that this particular game wasn’t called off was due to the journey the away side were making – located in Barrow-in-Furness some 90 miles away, it’s not really a midweek trip a team of footballers (on expenses) would want to make after a day at work.

The decision from the Premier League and EFL to suspend their fixtures until next month was designed to cut down on mass gatherings – something that you don’t get in non-league football (bar the odd club in The National League). Interestingly, having their turnstiles open today will be of benefit for many these clubs; there are plenty of supporters without an EFL or Premier League team to watch, so they're looking around for games to go to – swelling the gates.

Today’s match will be the first time that I’ve been to their Edge Green Street ground to see Ashton Town – I’ve been there in previous years to see several Wigan Athletic Charity games (including last May’s against a Bryan Robson XI), but never to see the club itself (to my shame). Currently, they’re just outside the promotion places in the First Division North – a great start to the season was interrupted by postponements, squad turnover and naturally, poor results. Their town rivals, Ashton Athletic (whose home game was one of the postponements today), are currently in a similar position in the division above – and whilst I wish both teams every success, the panic buyer in me wants to see an Ashton derby at some point. Next season’s Wigan Cup, perhaps?

With their involvement with the Latics Charity games (which raise money for Josephs Goal), the club’s community involvement reflects the character of their committee. Chairman, Mark Hayes, is particularly active in the local area and just seems to *get* what a football club is and what it should be doing for people. His day job is being the landlord of The Gerard Arms in St. Helens (but let’s not hold that against him!), and in recent weeks has started an initiative to get people talking by simply opening up a table in the pub for a chat.

No booking required, no airs and graces, just turn up at table 12 for a chat with a friendly face. Whilst, in his own words, not a qualified counsellor, Mark understands that people just often need someone else to talk to – we all have problems, some of us suffer worse than others, many have a support network, and some of us don’t. As a pub landlord and non-league football club chairman, seeing and meeting the range of people he does, I’d say he’s well qualified to be a good listener! Often, it’s that chat, kinship and guidance that people need to feel better or take action to safeguard their mental health – something we’re going to need more of in weeks to come (if all these virus predictions happen!)


An Ashton Town Association Football Club existed as early as 1903, joining the Second Division of the Lancashire Combination. Despite winning promotion in their first season and stabilising at the level above, the club struggled to fulfil fixtures towards the end of the 1910-11 season and withdrew from the league. In 1953, Makerfield Mill FC (Makerfield being the area that Ashton is historically a part of – hence the suffix), were formed, originally playing in the Wigan Sunday School League, before spells in leagues in St. Helens and Warrington.

Having been forced to move from their home at Windsor Road in 1962 because of land development, the club sort to shape a tangible future – renaming themselves as ‘Ashton Town AFC’ and playing at a number of grounds (fields, basically) in the area before purchasing a plot of land off Edge Green Street in 1964. Five years later, World Cup winner and Liverpool forward, Roger Hunt, opened the clubhouse and a decade after that, the (present) changing rooms were built – giving the club the means to establish themselves in non-league football.

The motto of the club is ‘Onwards and Upwards’ – and there’s a real ambition to progress on a couple of levels. Despite being founder members of the North West Counties League, Ashton Town haven’t progressed beyond it; indeed, both Ashton clubs have seen another local rival, Atherton Collieries, progress to the Northern Premier League’s Premier Division in recent years (a promotion away from the National League North, for those who don’t know). Their success just goes to show that with robust organisation, a philosophy (both on and off the pitch), a dedicated volunteer base and a good community reach, what clubs can achieve at this level.

Edge Green Street is quite a large ground for a step 6 club; hidden behind housing (just a minute’s walk from the bus stop – press the bell when you turn the corner after ‘Ashton Carpets’), its official capacity is just over 2000, but the space behind one of the goals (acting as a grassy car park) and the left-side of the ground is quite substantial.  My mind races with ideas about a Saudi billionaire taking over the club and developing the ground into something like Accrington’s Crown Ground or Fleetwood’s Highbury Stadium. It would establish them as a proper local rival for Wigan Athletic; giving the fans somebody else to send nonsensical internet abuse too, instead of Wigan rugby fans. (Actually, thinking about what I've just said, it seems I may have the virus, after all!)

On approach to the turnstile, I spot a notice stuck to side about the Coronavirus; advising us on best practices. I’m one of those who thinks it’s odd that we need to be told how to wash our hands properly – having been in many Gents toilets over the years (no, not like that), I can tell you now (Ladies), that the majority of them do not wash their hands (I do, by the way). It's basic cleanliness – no wonder viruses are running riot.


I hummed and hawed about presenting my season ticket – whilst it’s certainly kind of the club to offer the deal, I wouldn’t have minded paying the fiver entry fee to support them. So I get a programme, raffle ticket and a couple of pints instead (clearly, the idea behind the offer!) The clubhouse is pure non-league; furniture and carpets that suggests they were bought second-hand from a working mens club, husky chatter from the patrons about anything other than football, a television showing the English Badminton Championships, multipack cans poured into plastic glasses – I didn’t even mind that there was no poncy beer on sale.

I take my (now, usual) spot on the left side of the pitch, taking a seat in the stand as it started to rain as soon as the match kicked off. Both sides make a good start, as both have Periods of Possession (POP), without much in the way of a clear-cut chance in the first 20-minutes or so. There seems to be quite a few on – crowds here average around 50-70, and there must be double that on today. I can even see a couple of fellow Latics supporters (we don’t all know each other, contrary to popular belief, I just saw a few with club gear on!)

After the balanced start, Ashton begin to take a hold of the game and they have a great chance to take the lead when an attacker runs through on goal, rounds the keeper, but he takes himself too wide and so by the time his resulting shot is aimed at goal, a defender gets back to clear off the line. No matter, they take the lead a few minutes later – and it’s a cracker (in the words of Frank Carson); a well-worked move from a throw down the right (my left) sees Jack McConville get clear of his markers, to the edge of the area before curling the ball inside the near post.



The goal leads to a period of Ashton dominance; Holker’s keeper has to pull off two great saves low down to keep it at 1-0. I make a dash for the bar just before half-time which took me around his goal – his side give away a free-kick and he doesn’t seem best pleased with his side, let’s just say that. He was bollocking them.

The half-time beer (can of Carling – don’t judge me. They didn’t have any Leffe) allows me to witness the raffle draw take place. Sadly, my ticket is 13 numbers away from the first prize when a lad sat on the nearest table to me draws it out. Then, to my excitement, the lady offers her raffle cup to me to draw out the second prize – here’s my chance. I ended up drawing a ticket 20 numbers away – no raffle whiskey for me to keep Covid-19 at bay!

Smarting from my defeat in the raffle, I return to my seat (it was still raining) for the second half, a few minutes into it. My arse wasn’t on the faded red seat for a minute when some controversy occurred – Holker are awarded a penalty when their forward is hacked down in the area. However, there are howls of derision from most inside Edge Green Street – pointing out that the linesman had flagged for offside. The ref goes to talk to his assistant and after a minute, proceeds to award the pen – much to the chagrin of those around me.

As the green-shirted Holker man steps up to take it, a lone shout of ‘SHIT’ was aired just as he struck the ball – and the keeper saves! The Ashton custodian, Chris Cheetham, was named in the programme as the NWCFL Division One North ‘Goalkeeper of the Month’ for December (showing how few games have been played recently!) – although it wasn’t a great penalty by any means, he still did well to dive the right way and hold onto the ball. So was justice done with the miss or was another crime committed by one of the spectators? I’m not getting involved!



The game grows more ‘industrial’ in action and language – a lad in a Latics hat near me (who, all game, has been dying to get a hold of the ball so he can throw it back), was giggling at the words ‘fucking hell’ that was uttered by a player when the ref ignored his pleas for a free-kick. I overheard his dad tell him ‘this is proper football’ earlier; with the pitch threatening to turn into a mudbath and players swearing at each other within earshot, it certainly takes me back. Thankfully, the lad got his opportunity to fag the ball and chuck it to a player – big smile on his face. Somehow, I don’t think he’ll forget a moment like that.

Despite some huffing and puffing from Holker (their best chance of the second half being a shot that went just wide), Ashton hold out for the three points. A cracking game on an otherwise odd occasion – when football does resume, I want to make a point of visiting more – I’ve no excuse really, what with it being 20 minutes away. Since the sad demise of Wigan Robin Park, they’re my ‘local’ non-league team, after all.

On the bus back into the centre of Ashton (it's only a mile away, but it's STILL pissing down!), I encounter the lady who won the 2nd prize that I drew for in the raffle. Jealously raged as I saw she was clutching her family tub of Quality Street, tightly. I've no chance of getting one. I console myself by alighting at The Twisted Vine alehouse to sink a few beers. Highly recommended if you’re ever in the area, it’s simply a great microbar – it has the usual tight surroundings, forcing people, who don’t know each other, to chat. There’s (of course) a plethora of ales on tap, as well as bottles as part of a 'beer library' too. As soon as I open the door, two dogs nearly knock me over. What a pub – you can’t whack welcomes like that. It’s easy to see why it is 2019’s CAMRA Wigan pub of the year.

So all that’s left to say is Keep Calm and Carry On. Look after those people around you and for heaven’s sake, don’t bulk buy things from the supermarket – spread your shopping trips out so you leave stuff for others (especially if it’s beer – we need something to get us through with no football being on). 

Ashton Town 1
(McConville, 27) 

Holker Old Boys 0

Attendance: 121 

Friday, 31 May 2019

Wigan Athletic Legends vs. Manchester United Legends - Joseph's Goal Charity Game 2019

Saturday 25th May 2019
Wigan Athletic Legends vs. Manchester United Legends


So that opening blog post designed to encourage Watford supporters went well! Even despite the 6-0 defeat (which in fairness, there was little they could have done about it – Man City were that good), it was heartening to see the supporters still get behind their team, waving flags even after Raheem Sterling bagged the sixth.

Technically, this is the opening blog post – at least for my groundhopping. To link in my recollection of Wigan Athletic’s FA Cup win in 2013, outlined in said blog post, I’m off to Ashton Town today to watch the annual Joseph’s Goal charity game.

Joseph’s Goal, named after local boy Joseph Kendrick, seeks to fund research into NKH (Nonketotic Hyperglycinemia), a rare, genetic disorder that affects 1 child in every 60,000. It is caused by an excess of glycine on the brain that affects development almost as soon as a child is born – and sadly, many children do not survive for very long. In fact, there are approximately 15 children alive in the UK with NKH, and only around 500 worldwide. Given just five days to live, Joseph celebrated his 10th birthday earlier this month – confounding all expectations.

The charity is operated by Joseph’s mum, Emma and dad, Paul. Paul is the Latics journalist with local newspapers The Wigan Post and Wigan Observer – hence the link to the club. Whilst raising money for research is the obvious aim, what I feel the charity has also achieved, is to bring people together, strengthening the ‘community feel’ that the vast majority of football clubs were founded upon (but many have seemingly sadly forgotten). From those in the boardroom at the club, the players, the supporters – even the wider football community have got involved with Joseph’s Goal, simply because the lad offers inspiration, something we all can connect with and take forward in our own lives. 

There are numerous charity events every year – from bike rides to black tie-balls, comedy nights to getting the ‘Will Grigg’s on Fire’ song in the top 10 of the iTunes chart. Recently, 75 Latics supporters walked from the club’s training ground in Euxton all the way to Leeds United’s Elland Road, raising more than £35,000 for 58 miles of ambling. One lunatic even did it backwards, after making a promise via a Twitter post that he would ‘if Wigan beat Aston Villa by three goals’ at home on the same day. It finished 3-0 to Wigan, of course! Everyone’s efforts were rewarded with a 2-1 win, though – the club’s first away victory for 7 months!

Joe’s cause was first given a national (nay, international) boost for the first time in 2013 when he was the mascot for the FA Cup Final. The plan was for Wigan captain, Emmerson Boyce, to push Joe on in his chair; instead, he elected to carry him, creating a beautiful moment of humanity and getting the ‘Joseph’s Goal’ message on Joe’s shirt seen by the millions of people watching. Later, explaining why he did it, Emmerson simply said that ‘he’s one of us’ – he just wanted to get the message out about the charity, thinking about the cause instead of himself, before the biggest game of his professional career. Boycey later elaborated that Joe typified ‘the fight to be there’ – although nobody really expected Wigan Athletic to be in an FA Cup Final, it pales somewhat against what people achieve in everyday life. I’m in no doubt that Joe inspired that team to go on and BELIEVE and win that cup for us all (well, us Wigan supporters!) against all of the odds.

Today’s match, the fifth annual event, sees a Latics Legends XI take on a Manchester United XI. The first match was supposed to be against a Latics Development Squad – sadly this was called off due to a torrential downpour. The game was later rearranged with the Legends taking on a Hollyoaks XI – apparently, the lads off the popular Channel 4 soap regularly play charity games and very quickly got together. Latics won 10-0, with a record crowd of 2,225 packed into Ashton Town’s Edge Green Street ground, raising £7,500. 

The next two years saw the Legends take on a ‘Dutch Masters’ team, featuring former Latics stars Arjan de Zeeuw, Denny Landzaat and Jorge Smeets, whilst last year saw a repeat of the 2013 FA Cup Final, against Manchester City Legends. I’ve enjoyed every single game and being in my mid-thirties now, the players who turn out for Latics Legends are ones that I remember cheering on (NOT booing) from my years as a member of Junior Latics/JJ’s Clubs (used to be £2 to get in at one point!), so the occasion is always a personal treat.

Located just a 20-minute bus ride away for me, Ashton-in-Makerfield is 5-and-a-half miles away from Wigan town centre and is home to two football clubs – Town, who are in the North West Counties Division One North and Ashton Athletic, who are in the Premier Division of the NWC. I’m going to be joined today by my mate ‘Big Chris’ – it’s a rather deceptive name as he isn’t particularly gigantic, at least this side of Christmas (and I’ve shared a shower at the gym with him too, so it can’t be that either). 

On photography duty for today, Big Chris joined me for the second Dutch Legends game in 2017 and we had a right laugh, watching former international footballers such as Michael Mols, Sander Westerveld, Jan Kromkamp and Glenn Helder kick a ball about, all whilst supping cans sold from a car boot. Even Angelos Charisteas – the striker who scored the winning goal for Greece in the Euro 2004 final turned out for The Masters (he used to play for Ajax, hence the – tenuous – link!)


So, even though we're looking forward to seeing what this game against Man United has in store, we’re perhaps slightly more looking forward to having a laugh and going on the piss in Ashton afterwards. If the quality of this report isn’t any good from here on in, you know why.

The #10 bus from Wigan drops us off just a short walk from Edge Green Street (press the bell after you pass ‘Ashton Carpets’, overwise you'll end up lost). On approach to the ground, we’re met with the sight of Bryan Robson, getting his kitbag from the boot of his car. The (bona fide) United Legend is the main attraction for the game today – skippering a United side that has ‘surprisingly’ been difficult to put together; aside from Robson, Quinton Fortune is the next most appearance-maker for United in today’s team.

Picking up a programme on entry, in it, Mark Hayes (Ashton Town chairman), explained how difficult it was putting together the side – he received polite declines from the likes of Andrei Kanchelskis, Edwin Van Der Sar and even Dimitar Berbatov. What also doesn’t help is that United are hosting their own Legends game at Old Trafford tomorrow; a 1999 Champions League ‘replay’, against Bayern Munich.

Having followed his efforts on Twitter over the last few months, Mark has worked incredibly hard to put the sides together – thankfully, the Latics team he’s put together is top class; with Arjan de Zeeuw, Paul Scharner and recently-appointed Luton Town manager, Graeme Jones joining Emmerson Boyce in a team that would probably do still well in the National League. North. Okay, maybe the North West Counties – they are in their 40’s, after all. I’m fully expecting Latics to give this United side a good hiding, anyway.

We made sure to arrive with the best part of an hour to spare – not only does this help us to get the cans in from the clubhouse early but it also allows us to take up a great spot on halfway. With a capacity of just over 2000, the ‘Scott Rees and Co. Stadium’ (as its currently known) is by no means ‘tight’ as one might expect from a football ground encased behind a residential street; there’s plenty of room around the majority of the pitch for you to walk around, find your perfect spot, even to park your car. Why anyone would want to park their car here though, I’ve no idea. The match against the Hollyoaks XI saw a wayward shot smash into one of the cars behind the goal! There’s a mismatch of covered seating at each side of the pitch; two structures located behind us where we’re stood, on halfway.

Joe leads the two sides out to enthusiastic applause, as they line-up in front of one of the goals to have their picture taken. Once the match starts, and as expected, Latics dominate – the left side (where we’re stood) sees the majority of the action early on, as Kevin Sharp linked well with Isidro (‘Izzy’) Diaz (one of the famed Three Amigos) and Jones. Barely ten minutes had gone when this triumvirate was broken up, as Jones was substituted – later, I would learn that he had a flight to catch in a few hours but had turned up to play for the charity, nonetheless. This and the man must be busy as it is, what with him taking the Luton job. What a guy!

Despite being 62 years of age, Robson still looks great on the ball – he’s dropping deep, picking up the ball and constantly looking for Fortune, who playing as a No10, is United’s main attacking threat early on. A photographer is doing the rounds and takes up a position near us, ‘Some of these Lads could do with a bit of Photoshopping, eh? Look at those bellies!’, he says to Big Chris and I. We both move closer to the barrier so he can’t see what we’re packing. 

Latics take the lead with roughly 5 minutes to go before half-time, as de Zeeuw rises highest to power home a typical de Zeeuw header. It suddenly dawned on me that it has been 20 YEARS since the Dutchman first signed for Latics – he was a childhood favourite of mine, so it’s quite disheartening to realise that my childhood was two decades ago now! Just before half-time, it really should be 2-0, as Jason Jarrett strides forwards from midfield, urged to shoot by those around us – he does, and the ball comes crashing back off the bar.

Arjan de Zeeuw puts Latics Legends ahead.
Half-time allows me to have a look around and gauge the make-up of the crowd – which is very much the definition of ‘family friendly’ (along with adults supping cans). It’s interesting to note that some of these kids were NOT EVEN BORN when Boyce and Scharner helped Wigan to victory in an FA Cup Final. I mean it was six years ago now but for us, it seems like yesterday – where has the time gone? You can imagine their parents telling them all about it, as well as about the other players playing here today – creating more enjoyment for them and perhaps helping to grow a little bit more attachment for their hometown club?

Whilst, in the absence of Jones, Don Page has been providing a much-needed focal point upfront, he would later go off (then come back on later), and in his absence, Latics struggled to make in-roads on the United goal for the majorty of the second half. Sensing an opportunity, United bring on Greater Manchester Mayor, Andy Burnham, who has been a great supporter of Joesph’s Goal throughout the years. Unlike his party (political joke alert), he was ‘playing through the centre’, so he spent the majority of his appearance in de Zeeuw’s back pocket. The pressure on a fading Latics backline was a constant though, and it was left to another ringer, David Dempsey (Ashton Town manager), to grab the equaliser from inside the penalty area.

The game grows increasingly tense, as both sides look for a winner. That tension is relaxed slightly as Wigan-born left-back, a member of the EFL Trophy winning side in 1985, Barry Knowles is introduced – to the biggest cheer of the day so far (GO ON BARRY is probably the only printable 'cheer' I can write!) At 60, he’s the elder statesmen in this side, so it’s probably for the best that he was placed in an ‘advanced midfield role’, with Darren Sheridan filling in at left-back in the absence of Sharp. Sorry, Barry.

Despite the introduction of Latics’ secret weapon, the match finished 1-1 and so it went to penalties – the first few expertly tucked away. The cheers grew louder as Barry stepped up; I was concerned as he ambled up to the ball, but he hit it right in the corner, leaving the United goalie with no chance and the loudest cheer of the day (beating the early one) was aired. This clearly affected United, as the next taker missed – his shot spinning wide. It was left to Pascal Chimbonda, a man who once handed a transfer request to Wigan manager Paul Jewell after the last-ever game at Highbury, a man who had just finished his career at Ashton Town, to give Latics Legends the win. The member of France’s World Cup runners-up squad of 2006 (a place earned through playing for Latics, by the way, Pascal) sauntered up and smacked the ball nonchalantly into the left corner. All is forgiven, Pascal!

Barry Knowles slots home his penalty
With Pascal’s arms aloft, a pitch invasion begins with excited fans seeking selfies and autographs with their favourite players. As we head to the bus stop, I ponder whether a game like this would be the same if it were held at a ‘professional’ ground, such as Wigan's own DW Stadium. With vast seating capacity and cover, being located a mile from Wigan town centre and with plentiful car parking around (and virtually no risk of ball damage), it would obviously draw more supporters – and more players. Then again, I think back to the pitch invasion, the kids playing about on the pitch (before the game, at half-time and again, after the game) and just the crowd-player interaction and atmosphere in general – it wouldn’t be the same, so long may this game take place at Ashton Town!

We’re waiting at the stop with a few folks, none more conspicuous than a group of United fans from Hong Kong (they had a 'Hong Kong Reds' flag) – proving that no matter the occasion, United’s global reach will follow. We alight a mile away in Ashton town centre, have some tea in the Wetherspoons and go on a mini pub crawl, ending up at the fantastic Twisted Vine Ale House. A micropub that offers ‘seven changing hand pumps, six keg taps, three real ciders, craft cans and bottles, gins, wines and spirits’, this is a home-from-home for ‘beer ponces’ like us (plus it’s right near the bus stop home too, so it’s a natural ending point)! Whether it’s age or me seeking hipster points, I’ve become quite fond of stout – so a helping of ‘Stout Detectives’, from the American 4T’s brewery, rounded off a fine day. After the gammon and chips in the Wetherspoons (very Brexit, apparently) I couldn’t quite bring myself to plump for one of the delicious-looking pork pies on the bar, though. Ashton has two football clubs, of course, so I’m sure I’ll be back.

Wigan Athletic Legends 1
(de Zeeuw)

Manchester United Legends 1
(Dempsey)

Wigan Athletic Legends win 5-3 on pens

Attendance: 2,000 (approx.)

Entry: £10

Programme: £2

Match photos by Big Chris.

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