I remember nothing?

Just looking through some pics on the Warrington memories site on Facebook and someone has posted the demolition pics.....gutted!

If you get a copy of rugby league or rugby league 2 for the PC and playstation 2 you can play on Wilderspool anytime you want.

I was a heavy user of the developers forum when the the was game being developed, I asked the programmers to keep Wilderspool on the RL2 even though we were at the HJ and they did.

You on a Forum....you're having a laugh?

It's my sad duty to report that the final remaining piece of Wilderspool has fallen. The scoreboard was bulldozed today and there is now nothing left. There's a video of it if you can bear to watch.

RIP

arrhhhh
morrisseyisawire's potting shed!!!!!!

It was horrible watching that last night!

Can you please link to the Video.

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Rugby League 2 is available on PC? There I was thinking my scratched ps2 disc had ruined my chances of enjoying that game again!

Don't watch it.

I have done & you are right, I now wish I hadn't.
Such memories.........

When my Wife & I bought our 1st house in Latchford in the very early 80's I would walk to Wilderspool & back & each Sunday afternoon my Wife would get a Sunday Roast ready for 5pm when I got home. I was always freezing cold because it was Winter RL then.

That's heart breaking - the only saving grace is that without the rest of the Fletcher End there, I can kid myself it's not really the scoreboard!

I used to drive from Macclesfield, park at my mums in Burgess Ave and walk over the field onto the Causeway

Sad day, indeed.
It's almost been like torture in the last couple of months, driving past and seeing chunks disappear.
Every other Sunday (and Friday nights for A-Team games) from 1979-2003, now gone.

I feel like playing The Last Post.

It's still our home (in my eyes, and always will be)
B0ll0cks to having dry feet after you've been for "a gypsy's", Wilderspool for ever.

Remember going there with my dad for my first RL game at 11 with my dad, I couldn't get enough of the atmosphere and was hooked straight away, changing ends with my mates each game, the smell of deep heat as you walked past the changing rooms.

Gutted!

Not wanting to be pedantic IW, because I know exactly the smell you mean, back then I don't think Deep Heat was available, that smell came from a bottle of oil called Wintergreen.

I used to love that smell. Always wash your hands after applying though!

I had the misfortune to deposit a small blob of Wintergreen on to my personal and private parts...I spent a good ten minutes under a running tap of cold water before the agony subsided.

I used to slow down walking past it, I can still smell it now when I think about it, what a ground!

My parents met at Wilderspool 60 odd years ago. My dad and his mates would move out of the way of my mum and her mates...................... so she knocked him over the wall that encircled the pitch. Seems we had some troublemakers even back then.

Drove down the Causeway this afternoon and glanced down Fletcher St.

Shouldn't have.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. IT'S ALL RUBBLE.

Bugger!

Well I watched the U20 / U19 matches at Wilderspool, and it was good to relive the memories from 50 years ago in the old wooden stand. But in truth the old girl was in a depressing condition. Her skirts were in a shocking state, with all sorts of litter and detritus around the outside. The pigeons flapped around the old club, the cheap cement blocks supporting the scoreboard looked as though they were imported from a Moldovan demolition yard, and I think I preferred the old wooden bench seats to the modern offering. The one quality bit of infrastructure was the pitch which apart from periods of heavy sustained rain, looked in a superb state.

Time to let the old girl join the ghosts that were our heroes... when we were young.

You've just described half the female population of Wigan there, Winslade's

Snookers was essentially a huge pigeons nest by the end.

I am not sure girls wear skirts anymore, certainly not those from Wigan. It seems to be all skin tight leggings, with the material desperately doing it's best to hang on to a very generous pair of buttocks. And why do they choose white pants under black leggings ? Surely if you put on a pair of dark sunglasses, the object is to stop the background glare getting through ? No wonder Tom Daly has turned his attention elsewhere.

Snookers was probably the worst part of the Old Girl, simply because it was directly in front of the main stand. Correction, it was the only stand we were allowed to use, as Health and Safety had closed the rest. With facia boards falling off, it had indeed become one large pigeon loft. I suspect Health and Safety strictly limited the number of pigeons allowed to roost there, just in case the combined weight brought the entire building down.