I don’t normally deal in prologues, which are best left to Frankie Howerd and Geoffrey Chaucer, but this is an exception. Following on from Gary G’s article yesterday and the excellent appraisal of Martin Peters courtesy of Mick Dennis, I feel I have to.
2017 was a year bemoaned by music writers and fans alike for the loss of so many fine performers, one of my all-time heroes David Bowie and Leonard Cohen to name but two.
But in the last six months, we have lost three genuine legends as in Big Dunc, Ron Saunders and the aforementioned Martin Peters. Something to reflect on for all of us.
Like Gary yesterday I feel I’m going through the motions by writing this, but for what it’s worth…
There’s little point in regurgitating Saturday’s match details, but I’ll mention a few points.
Cliche central time: it was a game of two halves. We should have been out of reach of half time and for that first 45 minutes, we played some of the best football I can remember. Emi Buendia verged on the unplayable at times.
And why don’t we realise it takes two players to close down a short corner?
Cue Nuno Esperito Santo and his subs. They turned the game on its head and as soon as Wolves equalised we knew the game was only going one way. And not in our direction.
Todd Cantwell, Tom Trybull and Alex Tettey were running on fumes and blowing chunks. But it took until something like 87 minutes before they were replaced. I rarely criticise Daniel Farke but half the Upper Barclay could see that particular trio were cream crackered so why couldn’t he?
Anyway, que sera and all that but although we deserved at least a draw we didn’t get it. As naïve from the coaching team as it was from the players if I’m honest.
The words of Grant Hanley [who I thought put in a great shift considering it was his first game for yonks] sum it up:
“They [Wolves] came out a different side and we had put so much into the first half that inevitably we tired and the game opened up, they were obviously going to get chances and we were not tight enough to stop it.”
It’s easy to say that we put too much into the first half but I actually believe that is true. When will we ever learn that a football match lasts for up to 100 minutes, not 46?
What does Farke say and do at half time? I’m not there, I don’t know but equally, I don’t like it whatever might occur.
Oh well, we lost and we’re six points from safety. My personal compass tells me the direction we’re heading and that reliable, seasoned and experienced compass is rarely wrong.
And now what happens?
I don’t believe we’ll trade in January, even if only because Ben Godfrey is injured. And we sure won’t be buying anybody of any significance – that’s for sure. Maybe a couple for the under-23s at best.
And on that note which under-23 has made the bench, let alone the team this season? The invisible man and the ghost, that’s who.
Come the summer we could foreseeably sell Ben, Todd, Max and Emi all at the same time. A rough calculation means, say, £80million coming into the Club and you can guarantee none of that will be spent to get us out of the Championship. Now that’s good for certain people but utterly useless to us supporters who pay to go to games and passionately support the Club.
Tell me I’m wrong – it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard that!
There is time to turn it around, and no I don’t want us to buy a Naismith or two in the January window. But…
Right now I feel I’m in the bleak midwinter.
The only thing I found any solace in yesterday was walking from Tombland to the ground with a couple of very sociable Wolvers. Our “enmity” with them has dissipated which can only be to the greater good.
Despite the bah humbug tone of the article I’d like to wish a very merry festive season to our readers and writers. We absolutely love to read your comments. Every single one of them.
Have a good one y’all.