Look, I know we just picked up seven points from nine at home. I know we just saw fifteen goals, all of them amazing in their own special way.
But I'd prefer to just forget everything that has gone and look forward to the final part of the season, OK? All these comebacks are making the hairs on my arms fall out, and I need those to look like Bruce Willis in my 80s tank top.
So Wigan Athletic, for the sake of my yak-like hairiness, keep scoring three goals a game until May 2016.
Thanks,
Guy That Writes The Flavour Text That Nobody Ever Reads
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