The Weekly Bobbins: A Collective Statement

Going into the Wigan Athletic game, I’ll admit my optimism was running on fumes. The Latics’ uptick in form, combined with our meek showing at Stevenage, made this feel like a fixture primed to expose our flaws. I had bad juju.

Strong bad juju. Shows what I know. Reading came out flying, pressing with purpose from the first whistle and immediately unsettling Wigan.

Two quick goals later and suddenly the whole thing felt obvious. Of course we were going to do this. Why doubt it?

Because I’m stupid. Wigan, for their part, behaved like the ball was an unfamiliar object that they had only just met. Individual standouts Kamari Doyle, meanwhile, played like he’d been handed the cheat codes.