A young Wigan fan shows his support during the match between Wigan Athletic and Reading. Photograph: Matthew Lewis/Getty
• Laura Barton
The reputation of Wigan has long been stewed in a mire of rugby, pies, Orwell and limp music-hall jokes about piers. Or it’s factories, and coal, and clogs, and riding t’whippet t’mill.
People laugh when I tell them I’m from Wigan, as if the town harbours some inherent comedic value, rivalled perhaps only by Grimsby. And Bognor, at a push. However, the arrival of Wigan Athletic in the Premiership this weekend, coupled with the ascent of Wigan Warriors, has had cultural and sporting commentators giddily heralding some kind of "Wigan renaissance".
Forgive us if we do not tug our forelocks in humble thanks
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