hope its the friday personally, in scotland saturday and sunday

Does the train go past the ground still? Assuming not as IIRC it was a coal freight train that slumbered past every so often. I remember a game back in the early eighties and Wigan had a scrum feed, past the ball out and one of our players (think it was Wendy Whitfield) was day-dreaming watching the train go past. The whole section of the Wigan crowd shouted at him to catch the ball, think he dropped it or it went in touch.

Cracking little draw and another chance for fev to show what they can do against the big boys. On a selfish note I hope the game is Friday night as its my stag do on the Saturday!

As a draw, we couldn't have wished for more!

Our club is buzzing at the moment

Think it is safe to say we will come in big numbers, another ticket scramble, seems a long time since I went to POR, do you lot like drums and flags

Looking forward to it, old skool.

Looking forward to this. Having only been following Wigan away since '99 this is one of the few grounds I've not been to.

Still one of my favourite Challenge Cup memories as a kid, was watching Fev beat Hull in the 1983 final against all odds (on a par with Sheffield beating us in 98). Remember watching on telly and hoping one day that Wigan would get there, only had to wait 12 months.

Can't wait for this match, be good to see some world class players at Post Office Road.

I'm chuffed to bits with this draw, never thought I'd see the day when the mighty Wigan graced Post Office Road again.

Should be an easy win for you, but then again........

Already started the needle with my old man, who's a Pie at heart, although he's been a Flat Capper since moving over to the posh side of the pennines in 1967

Dont jest, train spotters take things rather serious you know.

Homer thats a grand old Yorkshire name if I ever heard one.
As for (fert) the posh side of the penines there is one thing that allways sticks in my mind every time I return from Yorkshire in the late afternoon .
That is when I reach the crest of the hill at Saddleworth on the M62 and look down on Lancashire and all I can see is the Lancashire pain bathed in evening sunshine.
But when I look into the rear view mirror all I can see is the approaching darkness.
Really though I am chuffed to be playing a team who in the 50s and 60s ( and even later)
caused fear in opponents who had to go there. Good luck.