The 23rd of June, 2009. To most of the world, this day will signify cock all. There'll be a few birthdays, someone will lose a close friend or relative, and a few people may be unfortunate enough to get married. To Saints fans, it will represent one of the funniest days in the history of our rivalry with Wigan.

There are days I will look back on as a Saints fan and feel sad at what Wigan have done to us. Various close shaves, almost were and could haves haunted my childhood following the Saints. The crushing embarrassment as some ginger bloke destroyed us after getting off his deathbed at Murrayfield in 2002 all contribute to a great rivalry.

On top of this, for years they poured scorn upon us as our associates continued to drag the game through the back pages with scandal. Long and Gleeson, Millward-gate, salary cap problems. Oh how they played righteous and mighty.

Oh how the tables have turned.

On top of this, Saints sealed a one year extension of on of the finest (and for me, the best I have ever witnessed) centre playing for Saints. Matt Gidley will continue to set up and score tries for fun for the red vee next season.

When do Saints choose to announce this? On the same day that Gareth Hock is outed for spending too much time with his face down in the Columbian Marching Powder. The world wonders how many errors he would have made had he not taken a drug meant to make him more alert.

Yep, the turn around is quite amusing. We continue to sign the worlds top players, developing some of the very best youngsters, and they bring the game in disrepute and win sweet FA.

And how do we rub it in? By pouring a quarry load of salt into the wounds.

Nice one Saints Media Team. 23rd of June, 2009. The day I had to buy a corset to prevent my sides from splitting.