Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Woeful, embarrassing, gutless, hopeless.
If Stanley was in a joking mode he would say we were lucky to get nought.
Perhaps that's wrong, City were actually lucky that Wolves, who took us to the absolute cleaners, weren't good enough to convert any more of their countless chances.
Because let's get one thing straight from the start: Wolves aren't particularly good.
Maybe with the Charlton game you could …