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Four thousand anxious souls decamped to pie munching country no clearer on the path their collective future would take. The eminent Queen’s Council thrust with the responsibility of deciding Don Massimo’s fate, had bowed to an eleventh hour request to delay any public announcement until the completion of hostilities in deepest Lancashire.
The appeal for caution had come from a nervous Football League amid fears that any disclosure prior to kick off, could spark an already volatile fan base into acts of mindless violence against the people and property of Wigan. Perhaps it was an over zealous position for the game’s custodians to take but largely practical as citizens of Bournemouth, Birmingham and Paris amongst others, could testify.
Despite another frustrating defeat the afternoon was largely good-natured. The visiting throng sprinkled support for their struggling side with unrepeatable references to corruption at the top table and were moved when opposing supporters joined them in commemorating the memory of those lost in Istanbul. It was a supreme gesture by Wigan Athletic and its supporters and one greatly appreciated by their guests.
As the visitors dispersed digesting an improved performance the atmosphere began to bubble with rumours of a stunning legal victory and by 3pm confirmation came that an Italian would soon be ordained as the new ruler of the Ridings. The news sent shudders of excitement through a seething mass of humanity and those that once cast Cellino as the devil incarnate now rejoiced at the arrival of a saviour.
To understand these surreal events and quite why many welcome a man of such dubious reputation, is to grasp the desperation imbued by the last decade in which the club has been raped both financially and spiritually by a collection of leeches, thieves and brigands whose only desire was to line their own pockets. The release of the club’s latest accounts not only reveal the full weight of its financial burden but also laid bare the existence clandestine payments made to executives in ‘bonuses’ and ‘administrative costs’. In Massimo Cellino fans see a man who appears to be bucking this well-worn trend. Reports suggest the Italian has already invested more capital than Bates or the Bahraini bankers ever did and for this they are choosing to ignore his many vices.
Many believe he has the passion, vision and requisite financial power to realise our ambitions and that his unique brand of leadership can breath new life into an ailing enterprise. The Italian’s unpredictable and often eccentric ‘hands on’ approach has made his home town club of Cagliari ‘hugely profitable’ but their nomadic existence, dilapidated stadium and frequent managerial casualties are elephants in the room. Naturally any construction is preceded by a degree of demolition and in all likelihood our new owner will take the challenge by the throat but his unstinting methods will prove costly for some. As Yorkshire Evening Post writer Phil Hay eloquently wrote ‘passengers will be thrown from the bus.’
President Cellino began the new era by inviting both Brian McDermott and his players to prove their worth and some believe they did just that with an abject defeat at Vicarage Road. It would be safe to assume that a great many of the protagonists involved in what the manager described as a ‘nonsense’ performance, will not survive the summer cull and a twentieth league defeat of the season kept alive a slim possibility that a regeneration could begin in League One.
I am both excited and unnerved the arrival of Don Massimo. I welcome and fear him in equal measure. The transformation of his reputation from that dark Friday night in January has been stark and even the local media are warming to his infectious magnetism. Phil Hay conceded that after those early doubts Mr Cellino represented the best conclusion to a very uncertain situation, while Radio Leeds’ Adam Pope described him as a ‘witty’ and ‘sharp’ fellow ‘who knows how to run a football club’.