Bad decisions,arrogance & stupidity.Welcome to Wolves...

In my opinion this goal in May 2011 by Stephen Hunt which saved Wolves from relegation from  the Premiership is indirectly responsible for the state of the club we find today. After two successive demotions we find ourselves in the third tier of English football for the first time since 1990.

Now i'm not saying Stephen Hunt is responsible for our plight obviously but what happened after this goal,or more accurately,what did'nt happen,is...

This was the chance to restructure the club but nothing changed.Effectively we had been given a last minute reprieve and we blew it,although that was'nt apparent at the time among the self congratulatory celebrations of avoiding relegation.

That season we had been buoyed by fantastic wins against many of the top six sides in the division,it was these that kept us up as our results against those other teams battling to stay in the premiership were appalling.The wonderful results we had garnered against Man Utd,Man City,Chelsea,Spurs,Everton & Liverpool had given us the falsest of false dawns and probably given many in the club--and the fans---the impression that we were better than we were.

The reality is that those wins & draws against the top teams only happen occasionally,it just so happens we got them all in the same season...

To compound this self regarding folly that percolated through the club it was believed that the season after would be easier due to our players having more experience and potential lambs to the slaughter Norwich & Swansea surely taking the bottom two places leaving only one space to avoid...

It's rumoured that the then manager Mick McCarthy tried to strengthen the squad considerably in the close season---He's a football man and they all want to improve,knowing that if you stand still you get caught pretty damn quick---but owner Steve Morgan not being a natural football man refused him funds thinking we were good enough.Bad decision coupled with arrogance...

The only major signing we made was to buy Roger Johnson from Birmingham.We we all happy with this i have no doubt.But then McCarthy made him captain instantly causing splits within a tight knit dressing room.Bad decision...

That season started well,two wins and a draw from the first three games,even going top for a short time.Another false dawn.It's safe to say that since that 0-0 draw at Villa Park in early September 2011, which saw us top the premiership briefly,it's been downhill all the way...

The next bad decision coupled with arrogance was from the owner Morgan when he went storming into the dressing room to confront the players after yet another abject display against Liverpool thereby undermining the managers authority.Not long later McCarthy was gone...

The sacking happened after Wolves had lost to our fierce rivals West Brom 5-1.This was a time for clear heads and well thought out decisions.What we got was knee jerk reactions and muddled thinking from those that run the club...What happened next turned into farce solely of the Board's making...

Potential managers were interviewed.Contradictory press releases were flying out of Molineux almost daily about the suitability,or not,of each candidate.Finally we were assured we would have a manager in charge with experience of turning moribund clubs around,this was no job for a novice.What did we get? Terry Conner.Bad decision,arrogance and a great deal of stupidity...

It's not normally the done thing to feel sorry for footballing folk but you'd have to have a heart of stone not to feel for Conner.He'd been a loyal Wolves coach for over a decade but had never managed a team,least of all a team marooned at the bottom of the pile with no confidence and a dressing room rift as big as the Mariana Trench.By all accounts Conner is a good man,so answered the call to manage Wolves after Morgan had failed to find a replacement.

It's hard not to feel that Morgan was prepared to take the hit of relegation thinking he would get in the manager he wanted in the Summer then maybe spend no more than two years in the Championship before a triumphant return to the Premiership.Whether true or not we'll never know but he hung Conner out to dry.Conner was Morgan's Patsy...Bad decision and arrogance.

In the Summer we drafted in Stale Solbakken with a promise of not only a fresh approach but a complete overhaul of the club's ethos from top to bottom.Things did'nt start too badly but the football we were watching was labourious at best.Unfortunately Solbakken was still working with most of the squad that had been there for a number of years who were unable or unwilling to change their style.Things started going downhill fast...

The trouble is though that Morgan had vowed to give Solbakken time.What Morgan should have done is ignored the fans clamouring for Solbakken's head and backed his manager.Once he'd got all of his own players in he may well have been the right man.We'll never know as Morgan panicked in the face of fan pressure and gave in.Bad decision...

Next on the Molineux managerial carousel is current boss Dean Saunders.The feeling is that Morgan is now so desperate he's using the club as some sort of Liverpool jobs- for- the- boys.Saunders came into the job in January with a lot of promises of not only staying up but gaining promotion next season---From the Championship i may add,not div 1---Sadly talk is all he seems to have.As yet he's been more than tactically inept.Sometimes employing three different formations during a game,none of them working.I have no confidence in him whatsoever.Bad decision? Probably...

So what's needed? Well a wholesale change in the squad for one...There are now too many players at the club who're neither good enough or care enough for our club,these have to be got rid of straight away.I don't care if we make a big loss on them i just want them gone asap.A week before our final game when we were 2nd from bottom and needing a miracle to stay up some players were still saying we were "Too good to go down" Arrogance and stupidity of a monumental scale...

If Morgan is determined to stay he needs to get proper advisors around him,footballing people who know the game and the club,people who will guide him in the right direction,somebody like Jody Craddock or Mel Eves.Or both.He needs to drop the arrogance that has helped to get my club relegated yet again...

End of Season awards...

This may seem premature,especially if you're the type of football fan who thinks the game begins and ends with the Premiership in England...However Division 1 & 2 finished last week,The Championship ends tomorrow and who the hell knows when the top division draws to it's conclusion...

There was a time in the not so distance past when all football in England finished the season on the same day to be followed by the FA Cup final the Saturday after(3-00 pm KO) but over the last few years this has altered radically as those more interested in income than the well being of the game squeeze-every-last-drop out of players and fans alike...One day there won't be any life left to drip out of football but while the cash cow keeps on topping up the coffers these vampiric parasites will continue their insidious ruination of our national sport...

Anyhoo,on to the awards;

The Jimmy Saville spectacular fall from grace wooden spoon goes to Wolves.My team will probably drop to Division 1 tomorrow barely twelve months after being a premiership club...

The Little Chef All-you-can-eat running buffet silver ladle  jointly goes to Northampton's Ade Akinfenwe,who gives hope to all overweight fans in the country and Luis Suarez for making Cannibalism fashionable again...

The David Cameron We're-all-in-this-together Offshore trust fund gold credit card goes to Barnet council who refused  Barnet FC permission to improve their ground thereby forcing the club to relocate five miles out of the borough in Edgware...

 The Don't-mention-the-war-i-did-once-but-think-i-got-away-with-it award goes to Germany for showing the world how football should be run both on and off the pitch...

The Nigel Farage We're all Europeans now one Euro gold ring goes to Man Utd,Man City,Chelsea and Arsenal for doing the decent thing and making the Champions League enjoyable again...

The Annual Jurassic Park tethered goat award goes to Dean Saunders at Wolves for not really having a clue...Bless him.

The Annual Lord Lucan disappeared without trace ankle tag goes to Scott Sinclair who gave up an almost guaranteed first team place at Swansea for two meaningless League Cup games a season at Man City...

The Annual Where-the-hell-are-we Sat Nav goes to Wolves fans to use next season...Probably.

The Joe Hart What's-my-motivation luvee Fedora & Cravat award to Rio Ferdinand for his Diva like refusal to join the England squad.

The George Osborne gold plated Monopoly set for judicial financial soundness in the face of overwhelming odds to Harry Redknapp.

The Stan Collymore embossed NCP pass to Peter Odemwinge.

The Ed Milliband credible opposition mounted Mace to Man City for barely troubling the scorers...

The Audley Harrison going down without a fight flying towel to,who else? Wolves.

The  Dale Winton who knew? earplugs goes to the PFA who were shocked & stunned by the content of the comedian booked to entertain them.the act,Reginald D Hunter, is a black American from Georgia.The PFA were surprised his act contained some jokes about race...

That concludes this evening's awards...Oh and if Wolves do somehow succeed in staying up tomorrow these results stand...

How the Nouveau Riche takes over English Football...Maybe

There was a time in the distant past when the working man did'nt really know who the worlds moneyed men were.The only time their lives were directly affected by rich folk was when they and their family were hauled off to the workhouse run by the local industrialist to maximise profit,much as Asian sweatshops do today for Western sports clothing conglomerates...

 The moneyed existed as they do today but the working man had only a vague notion of them,The Royal family of course and also the assumption that most Hollywood film stars were rolling about in beds made of Dollar bills----Nobody thought many of those Hollywood stars were in the pay of The Mafia,drug dealers & prostitutes---This was a simpler time.

But these days we have wall to wall knowledge of these rich beyond the dreams of El Dorado.We have mags like Hello showing us their gilded life.we have the Sunday Times rich list---which,let's be honest, is Hello's older boring brother----We have the internet,that window to the world & all the things in it we can never have...So we all now have access to this excess...Unfortunately as we peer longingly through the window at the moneyed folk they're looking back past our shoulders at the football clubs we support...

Imagine You're a post Soviet Russian Oligarch,a mid table Sheikh or even a  purveyor of shoddy sports apparel available in those high streets not already closed down & boarded up by other rich folk.You have all the money that other money can buy,the trophy wife's spending a suspiciously long time in the potting shed with the new gardener and the only person you converse with daily is your English Butler who hates you and spits in your food.Frankly life has lost it's lustre,the chase is over.You're bored...

One day you're flicking through the nine hundred channels on your cinema sized television set when something catches your eye.It's a football game being beamed from England...You know nothing of football,yes you know it's popular with the people who work for you in the sweatshops but don't understand why.You sit transfixed.

In your mind there's something raw and tribal about what you're watching,something animalistic.In the past you have tried to get buy your way into various sports to up your international kudos but all those classy sports like Polo & Horse Racing are closed shops.the Bastards.Once you thought Tennis would be a sport to get your name know but went off that idea after the incident with the trophy wife and the tennis coach... You call your English Butler in to explain English Football to you...

What you hear excites you...Not the nuances of the game---You've seen your eldest son playing FIFA 2013 so clearly have that side of it figured out---But the fact that nearly every club in England's top league--Which is beamed worldwide---is in debt and would welcome a rich buyer.There also does'nt seem to be much of a problem with the ruling body,who go by the name of The Football Association.Apparently they would sell themselves like a cheap whore.The kind of hard nosed negotiations you like...

It turns out before buying an English Football club you have to pass the FA's "Fit and proper person" test...Mmmm that sounds tough.The conversation goes something like this:

FA; We are here to determine if you are the sort of person we can trust to be the custodian of one of our most prestigious clubs.

You; Fine,I have all my financial records at hand...

FA;Never mind that,how rich are you?

You; I'm loaded

FA:That's great,you've passed.Do you want a Digestive with your cup of tea?

Your Butler was wrong,The FA are lower than cheap whores...

The rest is easy.You get your club.Shame it's not in London but all those are taken.Even so you'll get your face on worldwide television each week in your new scarf---Incidentally that's an excellent mark up  considering how much they are to make in your sweatshop,must get some new Spinning Jennies in to up production-----All the club needs now is to win every game,that's the easy bit is'nt it?

Now you own an English football club,your international standing has rocketed and even your beautiful trophy wife is taking an active interest,spending much of her free time getting to know the squad personally...

Thatcher! The Musical.

Many that know me will know i was never a fan of Maggie Thatcher.However her death yesterday bought very little joy personally as the corrosive policies she laid down in the 80's & 90's are now being writ large on the population of the UK by both this government and indeed the previous Labour one too...

Nearly everyone with just a passing interest in politics has posted something on her demise,many much better than i could ever hope to conjour. so, as i write this Blog i can be classed as a "Writer" of sorts,and what do writers write when they can't write? That's right.Musicals...

During Thatcher's regime from 1979 to 1990 there were plenty of tunes penned either about her or her policies.Many of which cracked the top ten easily...It's safe to say i can't recall one song in praise of Thatcher so if you find these tunes biased...Damn right they are!

The Beat---Stand Down Margaret
"I see no joy,i see only sorrow.i see no chance of your bright new tomorrow" Proof that protest songs don't need to be tuneless dirges caterwauled by beardy folk singers...Once had the childish,but satisfying,pleasure of putting this on the juke box of a pub in the I-O-W in 1982 sixteen times on the trot knowing the local Conservative council leader was in the pub...

Elvis Costello---Shipbuilding

Originally penned by Robert Wyatt but this version is the better known.On April 2nd 1982(My Birthday btw,send money please) Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands in the South Atlantic.Not many Brits even knew where they were never mind that it was British land.Never mind,if you need to win an election and you're in desperate straits at home what better than going to war.This is exactly what Thatcher did.I know this is not a view shared by many but the facts are that she knew Argentina were planning some action towards the islands and decided to sit on that until it was too late and her hand was forced.

Argentina had been saber  rattling over these rocks for years,indeed in 1977 the then Labour Govt got wind of a planned attack on the Falklands and parked three nuclear subs off the shore of Buenos Aires letting it be know any action would be foolish in the extreme...Thatcher could have easily done the same...Still at least she won the election...

Billy Bragg---Which side are you on?

Thatcher made it her mission to destroy the Unions and so she went after the biggest of them all,The NUM.along with it's totem Arthur Scargill.Secondry picketing was banned and she bought the full weight of the UK police force down on the striking Miners.This lasted a year and cost untold millions.Perfectly good working mines were closed down for the only reasons that she wanted to break the back of the NUM.This is also the closest we have come in my lifetime to a police state,They were given unlimited powers of arrest and did so with gusto.I know people who were arrested just for wearing a "Coal not Dole" badge.Thirty years on and many of these communities still have not recovered,many never will...

Elvis Costello---Tramp the dirt down.

Think this one is self explanatory....

Ghost Town---The Specials

THE defining song of Thatcher's tenure.Talk about catching the Zietgeist! Britain was burning with riots in every major city and the people WE'RE getting angry...The UK was dying a death of a thousand cuts,much as it is now...But hey at least the embittered kids of today have One Direction to see them through the dark days.The sad part is that this tune resonates today as much as it did then now that Thatcher's Midwich cuckoos are running the country into the ground...

I'm sure there are many more tunes that can sum up her eleven years in charge.I'm always open to suggestions...Thatcher! The Musical needs you...

Down among the dead men.An unofficial guide to Div 1

As it appears Wolves are intent on pressing the self destruct button yet again this season and consign us fans to a season(or two/three/four ad infinitum...)in Div 1. I thought i'd publish an early guide to life with the lower orders for those fans who've never been this far down the league structure before...

Bournemouth---On the South Coast so a nice trip to the seaside for the beer belly hoards to soak up some much needed sun.Bournemouth is the land of Political Conferences,Retired OAP's and disenfranchised Scousers...

Brentford---A likable West London club for once.Famous for having a pub at each corner of the ground,Griffin Park.An ideal opportunity to do a short pub crawl whilst the game's going on...

Bury---Birthplace of The Neville Brothers,and indeed the Neville Sister.Bury is just north of Manchester in the Greater Borough of Manchester,But they probably don't want to be reminded of this very often...If you want to sound like a local call it "Burry" not "Berry".Either way we'll probably have to wait a season to play them as they're going down to Div 2...

Carlisle---The longest trip for many Wolves fans which no doubt means the fixture list will have us playing there on a January Tuesday night.Cold,wet and windy,but that's enough about the summers in Carlisle.Don't call the locals Jocks or Geordies or mention Nuclear reactor meltdowns...

Colchester----Once the Roman capital of Britain now a town full of battle hardened Squaddies with scores to settle...Have moved into a new ground since Layer Rd was deemed too squalid/quaint* to host League football.Incase any Wolves can't locate a map of the UK it's in Essex.Which is all you need to know...*Delete as applicable

Coventry----Last time i went to the Ricoh Arena was to see The Specials,which in truth,is probably more fun than either of these two teams can muster between them.At least it'll give Robbie Keane & Stephen Frogget a chance to not celebrate a goal by either team...Be warned Wolves fans the ground is actually closer to Nuneaton than it is to Coventry.Ex Wolf Leon Clarke plays for Cov but will probably have left and played for a further five clubs by the time we meet...

Crawley---No sorry,no idea.It's down south somewhere...

Crewe----If you're a trainspotting type you'll know all about Crewe.It's got a station,a bloody big station at that.Infact Crewe is one big station with a football ground attached....

Doncaster----Donny will probably replace us in the Championship next season---That's the thanks we get for taking Saunders off them---But if not be nice to them as their fans are good people...Despite being where Jeremy Clarkson was born...

Hartlepool---Another team we won't face for a season as they're going down.Affectionately known as The Monkey Hangers,but that's enough of Jeff Stelling's sex life.Again like Carlisle they're not Geordies.Not quite sure what they are to be honest...

Leyton Orient----My local Derby so i'd better be careful.Especially as i know a lot of O's fans.The ground is a short bus ride from the Olympic Park and the other side of the tracks to the famous Hackney Marshes so if you're bored of the game book a pitch and have a knockabout yourself.Be sure to compliment West Ham when conversing with an O's fan...You'll have a friend for life...

MK----All football fans know the story so no need to go into that here.Never been to the ground but i'm betting it's a souless lump of concrete on some godforsaken industrial estate with no pubs...My advice is get fueled up in Wolves then direct train to Milton Keynes.Not forgetting to hit the train buffet on the way...

Notts County---Lovely city Nottingham as many Wolves fan discovered yesterday.Oldest club in the country blah blah blah.Don't have the odious Lee Hughes playing for them anymore so i suppose it's ok to not be too bothered about them...

Oldham----The coldest ground this side of the Arctic Circle.Like Bury it's really part of Manchester as the locals will happily concur...Take mittens,even in August...

Portsmouth---May well be in Div 2 soon to celebrate years of honest toil trying to evade paying tax and general judicial financial housekeeping.Unlike Bournemouth there are no beaches in Pompey.Just Seagulls with bowel problems...

Preston----Yet another Lancashire club---Not in Manchester honest----One of the old great names in English football along with Wolves,as i'm pretty sure won't be mentioned at all when we meet...Easy to get to.Direct train from Wolverhampton.If you wake up in Glasgow you've gone too far...

Scunthorpe----Lincolnshire's premier club.No really...A tight little ground that only holds about 6,000 so book early to avoid disappointment.Tomorrow will do...Scunthorpe is between Doncaster and Grimsby,but it's not as exotic as it sounds...

Sheffield Utd----Will probably get promoted so no point in banging on about them.We know them well enough anyway.If we do play them though sing plenty of songs in praise of Carlos Tevez...

Shrewsbury----They like to think of themselves as our posh neighbours.Got a new ground since the last one was last seen heading out of the Bristol Channel into the Atlantic...Sort of Telford with Tudor buildings...

Stevenage----Wolves fans will have to go into the heart of Spurs country as Stevenage is for those Spurs fans too rich to live in Tottenham.If the timings right and we play them near the start of the season just stay over from Knebworth after camping out to see One Direction...

Swindon----Roundabouts....Confusing roundabouts...That's all that Swindon has to offer now that XTC have given up performing.Now that Everybody's favourite Fascist Di Canio has resigned expect to A) Get drenched in the away end and B) a disappointing 0-0...

Tranmere---Another team we may not face owing to them actually winning games of football,unlike Wolves.Tranmere is NOT,i repeat NOT in Liverpool.It's Birkenhead.Which is apparently much posher than Liverpool though you would'nt know it.Myself and some fellow Wolves fans were once propositioned by a gaggle of granny prostitutes in a Birkenhead bar after a game there...

Walsall---Ah yes our big local Black Country derby.As all Wolves fans know Walsall hate us with a passion whereas our indifference to them is palpable...Might even break their home attendance when we play them.BTW their record attendance was when The Wonder Stuff played there...

Yeovil----Never been but if the rest of Somerset is anything to go by then i expect many Wolves fans to become casualties of drinking the local Cider which has the strength of Sheep Dip but without the pleasing taste on the palette...

Bubbling under
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I have'nt included our fellow departees from the Championship as we know all about them.However there are some teams coming up Wolves fan may not know about;

Gillingham---A town in Kent.A bugger to get to and a horrible little ground.Saw Matt Jarvis score against us there.
Port Vale---Stoke without electricity.The local's still point at Planes.Have the aforementioned odious Lee Hughes playing for them...

Burton-----Quaint little market town in Derbyshire.Brew beer and play in Gold(ish) & Black.What's not to like?

Northampton----Known as the Cobblers.Have Ade Akinfenwa playing for them so Big fat Cobblers...

So that's my unofficial guide to Div 1 for those not lucky enough to have experienced the joys of it before...

Hard time killing floor.Wolves get the Blues...

Times are tough down Molineux way.Infact times have been tough for a while now and things don't look like changing for a while yet...

On May 22nd 2011 Wolves stayed in the premiership by a goal scored in the 87th minute.It was a fantastic achievement to stay in the top league with what was effectively a scratch squad.Many of our points that season were gained against teams in the top echelon's of English football in what were in-your-face displays.In time honoured fashion the moneyed stars of the Premiership did'nt like it up em'

However against the so called lesser lights of the division we did'nt fare so well.They were prepared to scrap for every point as much as we were and we were found wanting.That should have been our first clue...

Many thought the season after would be easier.Not only because the players had done so well and were more used to what was needed.It was also true that most (Including myself) believed both Swansea & Norwich were shoe-in's for relegation.There was only one place to avoid to stay in the division...Easy peasy.

We have a term in Britain.It's "Punching above your weight" Usually it's applied to blokes who look like me copping off with an attractive woman but in this case it applied to the wolves players during that 2010/11 season.And how...As it transpired we were punching above our weight so much it was like The Elephant Man dating Kylie Minogue...

It's one thing for the fans to believe we were only needing to avoid one position to stay up but the club seemed to believe it too.We basically kept the same group of players for the next campaign.In hindsight we should have made wholesale changes and bought in players of superior skill.We did'nt and we're paying for it now...

Much has been spoken about our position now--Bottom three of Championship--and why we're there and who's to blame but i see we're primarily in the deep do do now because of our reticence in offloading players who were clearly punching above their weight,which can only last for a limited period before reality bites,and our conceit in thinking at least two of the teams promoted the next season would be pushovers...

The day after we survived by effectively one goal the changes should have been put into action.Most other clubs would have done so.We rested on our Laurels and the Chickens are now coming home to roost.(excuse the excessive cliches)

Apparently our then manager,Mick McCarthy knew this and went to the CEO with a list of players he thought would do the job for Wolves to keep us up but negotiations were not sanctioned by the Owner Steve Morgan.I tend to believe this as McCarthy is a football man and knows every team needs changing for the better.Damn,if Barca,Real Madrid,Man utd et al need to improve their squad then Wolves sure as hell do!

So nearly two years on we are left with the rump of the same squad that have barely won a game in that time and there's such a malaise within the club it's hard to see where the next win's coming from...Like last season the fans are now going from anger to piss taking of the antics on show...We're going down with a wimper...

...Many of our fans have never seen us in the third tier of English football and it may come as a bit of a culture shock for some after the rarified air of high society that is the Premiership.The fans can take it,we're a resilient lot, but can the club?

Signs of life at Wolves...Just.

After the sacking of Stale Solbakken it was hoped new boss--How many times have i used those two words together the last six months?---Dean Saunders would instill some confidence in what's becoming a rag bag of a team and garner some wins to help us claw our way up the table away from the relegation zone.As yet none have materialised.Infact three draws and an unfortunate loss to high flying Leicester have seen us slip to fourth from bottom with only goal difference keeping us from being below the dreaded dotted line...

I have seen all four of Saunders games,either live or on television and can see signs of improvement in style and application of what the manager wants from his players.However the players confidence is still as fragile as a Ming vase in a tumble dryer...If that part of their psych does'nt improve pronto then we'll find ourselves in the third tier of English football for the first time since 1989/90.

Despite Captain Karl Henry's protestations that Wolves are too good to get relegated---a supremely stupid thing to say in my book,these claims have a nasty habit of coming back and biting you firmly on the arse---I would suggest that not only are we not too good but that we're now looking like favourites for the drop...

However there are small signs that we can dig ourselves out of the hole the players have dug the club into.

Against Leicester in the 2nd half we dominated play and perhaps should have won.However we only came to life after scoring---That old confidence thing again.Before that we'd forgotten how to play,after the goal we suddenly came alive like Frankenstein's monster hooked up to the National Grid---On saturday versus Leeds,in what was a hard fought game we deservedly took the lead and started playing some nice stuff only to be caught by two sucker punches that knocked us for six.

Leeds first goal was a nicely curled shot from outside the area but questions have to be asked about their player not being closed down.The second was a result of a player being asked--And willing it has to be noted---to do a job he's clearly not suited to do.Bakary Sako has cemented a place in Wolves fans hearts by his all action wing play,delivery from set pieces and shoot on sight policy but defend he can't.And neither should he.He gave away another penalty on saturday,I think that's three he's conceded now.If i were the manager i would instruct him to hog the halfway line when we're defending...Just stay there and wait for the break...

We can't defend with ten players.One more won't make a bit of difference.Best to use him for what he's good at.Namely scaring the Bejesus out of opposition defenders,not our own...

Both Foley and Doyle looked to be getting some form back too,which is encouraging.But biggest plus for me is the emergence of young centre back Danny Batth from the youth ranks.He looks solid,composed and seems to read the game well.He also has the happy knack of getting vital goals as he did against Leeds to grab a last gasp leveler...I think the boy can go far,I only hope it's with us...

So are we too good to go down? well yes and no.

Yes because frankly there are some piss poor teams in this division.I have not seen one that stands out from the herd.We have some decent players who should  at least be in a team fighting for a Play Off place.But that's the problem,maybe they have stopped doing the things that should make them at least looking at a top six finish.They have rested on their laurels too long.It's time for them to show they're worth 20,000 fans turning up week in week out.If they don't then we will go down and their names will go down in Wolves infamy...They're not Premiership players anymore,they're Championship players playing in the Championship.They have'nt got long to get that into their heads and drop the superior attitude.It's hard to be superior when you're playing Crewe,Walsall and Colchester every week...