Limbs!

Yep limbs.All over the place,arms and legs smashing into each other,hugging complete strangers like they're long lost relatives at an airport,screaming "get in you bastard!" Taking a sneaky peep at the opposition fans with heads bowed like they've put a winning lottery ticket through the wash.Just being glad you're not them, loving their heartbreak...

It's probably only football fans who know the feeling of a 93rd minute winner...even sweeter when the other mob have grabbed a goal barely ninety seconds before to seemingly take a share of the points and leave us shuffling out at the end of the game,crestfallen,blaming everyone from the manager to the ballboys for drawing a game we were meant to win but could have lost...

Three wins in a week whilst not firing on anything like all cylinders points to an ability to stick at it no matter what.It points to a squad that's harmonious,happy and willing to fight for each other to keep them win bonuses coming in...opposition fans will probably call us lucky but one game may be won by a fortunate bounce of the ball or a myopic referee but not three on the spin.Nobody gets that lucky.That takes a strong mentality and an ability to carve out and take one last chance...

Barnsley were supposed to be the sacrificial lambs slain on Nuno's alter...over 28k fans turned up to savour the impending slaughter.However football does'nt always work to the script and Barnsley were clearly determined to give us a metaphorical kicking.Bloody stubborn,Yorkshire blood & nettles Barnsley who gave us a 4-0 dicking at the same venue the previous season...The first half was a non event,a couple of half chances here and there.Barnsley could have had a penalty when Danny Batth climbed all over their striker like Chris Bonnington scaling Everest.By the same token they could have been a man down after a crude lunge on Ruben Neves...so not the expected bloodbath then.

Everyone thought fit again Helder Costa would come off the bench to show these Tyke upstarts what for.Instead Nuno put Barry Douglas on and we instantly looked more menacing going forward.All we needed was a goal and that would be game over...the goal came from another sub, Bright Enobakhare,set up by the third sub,Alfred N'Diaye.Clearly Nuno also knows how to use a substitute properly too...

Bright Enobakhare is fast becoming the player we all hoped he'd be.He's always had the skill but seemed to lack the knowledge of what the game was about.He'd go down blind alleys when an easier pass to an unmarked team mate was the better option.If he carries on like this then that dream move to Chelsea, being loaned out to nondescript Premiership clubs for five years,is his for the taking...

So 1-0 with not long to go.Thank you,we'll take that run of the mill win and move on to the next game...but...ah bloody hell Barnsley just lay down,accept the 0-1 and bugger off with pride intact.But they only go and bloody score one minute into injury time.Cue limbs in the away end...i hate watching away fans celebrating at Molineux.It scorches into the soul,it's a personal affront to all that i hold dear.It's a fucking diabolical liberty is what it is...

In previous seasons that would have been that,or we could have even lost it,but not now,not with this bunch.After thirty seconds of head shaking disbelief the players woke up again and bombed forward...93 minutes.Bright lays it to Bonatini in the box who produced a superb reverse pass into the path of the onrushing train that is Alfie N'Diaye...cue limbs.

Proper limbs...