When Saturday Comes, or WSC as regulars call it, is a British football magazine that’s never really fit the mold. Launched in 1986, it arrived just as football was finding its feet again after a rough-and-tumble decade. But WSC didn’t care much for the glossy, hype-driven coverage of the big clubs. Instead, it carved out a reputation as the thinking fan’s fanzine, mixing sharp wit with a genuine love for the game’s quirks and undercurrents.
What sets WSC apart is its independence and its refusal to take football—or itself—too seriously. The magazine gives as much space to non-league teams and oddball supporters as it does to the Premier League behemoths. It’s full of essays, cartoons, and letters from fans, all delivered with a wry, self-aware tone. For people tired of PR-polished interviews and endless transfer gossip, When Saturday Comes still feels like a breath of fresh, slightly muddy, Saturday afternoon air.
