The first words that Rikk said to me on his arrival were, “I’m hanging mate – I was up getting pissed till 7am this morning”. They make ‘em tough in Wigan though so lack of sleep and a thumping hangover did nothing to quell Rikk’s desire to lob himself around the park like a maniac. This no-handed nosepick revert was just one of a smattering of bangers thrown out like a mouldy butter pie by the moustachio’d power midget. “Macca were thurr…”