Fine Margins at Fulham

I guess we all saw this coming right? I didn't in all honesty. And it sure makes the feeling worse. But it could have been oh so different. Whilst I don't like making excuses for poor performances, we do need to caveat this with the absence of Ruben Neves. When a player of that outstanding …

Ruddy Useless as Canaries Chirp Up

Well, well, well. That was eventful. And what a horrible feeling it left us with. It's important to remember that this game was not lost. We are another point closer to promotion, with one game less to play and a 13-point gap to third place. Perspective is important in these situations. I would also say …

The Man On The Oss’ Stopped Me Getting Home

As I was off gallivanting in Bristol with the wife, this will be written from the perspective of my brother and father who were amongst the 5,600-strong throng that descended on Deepdale at the weekend. The beauty of a Punjabi Wolves away day is that you're pretty much guaranteed a good time, an eventful day …

Just What the Doc-tor Ordered

When news broke of Nuno Espirito Santo coming in to take over as Wolves manager, many players on the books at the club would have been forgiven for feeling a little insecure. Sure enough, what started as a reshaping of the squad became a cull. Nuno's new formation, the presence of a bloated squad as …

QPR – Quite Precarious Really

Well that was rather unnecessarily frantic. In the words of Ian Holloway himself, she might not be that pretty, but Miss 3-Points is back in the taxi and coming home with us. And it all looked so comfortable for 45 minutes. QPR set up with a flat back five nearly, kept a high line, but …

Era Definition by Ruben Neves

If I were to ask you to name a footballer that defines your life supporting Wolves, how would you answer? The obvious one for many would be Steve Bull. Perhaps it was Derek Dougan or Kenny Hibbitt. Even further beyond the realm it may have been Billy Wright or Stan Cullis. As a club, it's …

Blades Blunted by Razor-Sharp Wolves

I usually have a series of notes after each game that informs the content of my blog. It didn't happen this weekend. Partly because my fingers were frozen, but also partly because I spent a significant portion of the game with my hands on my head in disbelief at some of the football I was …