There's a wind blowing through old Wolverhampton town...not an ill wind.Not a acrid sulphurous wind.Not even a yeasty wind from the Banks's brewery.No this wind is a cooling zephyr on a hot summer's day that brings with it the alluring waft of light,expensive perfume as a beautiful woman strolls past in the beer garden with a straw sticking out of her pint of cider seductively ...yep i'm talking about football again,or more precisely,Wolves...that's right,i'm waxing lyrically like a love sick teenager mooning over the new cashier in Asda...Wolverhampton bloody Wanderers Football bloody Club (1986) bloody Limited...what in all that is good and holy is bloody well going on?
Maybe a Faustian pact has been signed,sealed & delivered to the smokey old place,maybe the Devil himself has ridden in to Molineux with a contract written in Chinese,Portuguese and Yamyam."Just sign there my good man,don't worry about the details,i'll fill in the rest later"...if the team comes out to Robert Johnson's Crossroads in future then we'll know the deal was done...in blood...probably with a sacrifice or two...
Us Wolves fans are known as a moaning bunch of miscreants in the football world.Indeed we have the perfect accent for a proper no holds barred moan fest.You've not lived unless you've witnessed a full on Yamyam deadpan sweary moan.We are at our best when whining like a DC10 on the runway.It's almost poetry...My mate once heard a bloke say at half time v Norwich with Wolves winning 4-0 " Ar,they've fucking ruined the game as a contest though..." That is beyond mere moaning,that,my friends, is fucking heroic...
But hell there's a new mood around the place,there's happy smiling faces all round on match days.There's "Alright mate?" "Ar"(that's as touchy feely as us Yamyams get)There's bumper crowds.There's optimism,there's adoration,there's something in the air,something good...a zeitgeist if you want,and all it took was a Chinese global conglomerate,a Portuguese super agent,young hungry madly skillful players and a manager who has the nous to bring it all together.If only we'd known it was that simple we'd have done it years ago...
Even though i'm painting Wolves fans as embittered curmudgeons give us something to get behind and we go in full...there's nothing finer than a full floodlight Molineux at it's loudest.There's nowhere i'd rather be...the new regime seem to understand this and are delivering in spades...
How the hell has my club,my town,attracted talent like Jota,Neves,Costa,Cav and Vinagre? It's not just money as many make out.These players would get as much money elsewhere,in places that,well frankly,are not Wolverhampton...I am a proud Wulfrunian and even though i left many years ago i will defend my home town to the hilt against any detractors but...but...Christ these players have left Porto,Madrid,Monaco etc to willingly( i presume) play for Wolverhampton.Lovely Wolverhampton...
Not only that but they're all in the local papers cracking on about how they're loving being here.Loving the town,loving the football,loving the fans...this might be PR bullshit but i don't care.If i'm dining at the Ritz i don't want to go look round by the bins, i just want to lap up the luxury...
I am now getting people in London saying we look a fantastic exciting team...before all i'd get was "yea,been to Wolves. got chased all round the place" and "Is Bully still playing?" Gooners,Spuds,even bloody Chelsea fans! Nuts...
We are still at the beginning of a new romance where everything the new partner does is exciting,you think of nothing else,you ache with longing to see them.You laugh at all their jokes,hang on every word,can't see any faults...one day it will become more of a routine...one day you'll turn into a Man City fan.going through the motions except for a couple of big games a season.One day son all this will be yours...
But for now lets enjoy the ride,let's enjoy other fans wondering how an ugly little fud like us copped a six foot model on our arm...We'll leave the moaning for England games...
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