Lupus at Molineaux
Date: Monday 2nd April 2012
Lupus at Molyneaux
I had planned to go to the Tottingham game. Right to the point of GtE getting me a ticket and me setting off. Then, for reasons rooted in the 1970’s, combined with Scouser’s workshy attitudes, I had to return to the North-West & kick a few scallies about a bit. That was terribly satisfying, as I’m sure you can imagine. However, it meant cancelling the trip south, the hotel & the chance to abuse the Bish live rather than on here.
So, maybe go to Wolverhampton. The land of Dave Lee, Noddy Holder and Robert Plant …. oh & Mrs Always Hopeful (hopeful for what ? …. I dread to ask). Also, probably, the worst accent in the whole of Britain. That plan however fell through & so I settled to watching & listening to it in the village of Damn, that’s close to Cheshire, in North Wales.
I set up the laptop & got on the thread … the ONE thread available. That quickly turned out to be a pup & it stopped & started more than a car in a traffic jam. I turned on the radio & even Radio Suicide was only bobbing to Molyneaux now & again, they seemingly more interested in a HOME Citeh match than our AWAY one. Radio 5 also wasn’t too concerned with us. So I struggled on with the poor stream and odd radio snippets, plus BBC Live’s telextext-style updates.
To be honest, that was probably just fine. From what I could gather we were pretty much overrun in the first half. I’d have like to see Wayne Hennesey,the Black Country keeper and captain Roger Johnson popping at each other and to see Bogdan’s good saves as well as watch the benefit of Miyiachi learning that when guarding the post it’s sooooo much more use to stand on the goal-line side, rather than outside of it.
It seems to be commonly accepted that had we gone in a couple down at half-time we couldn’t really have argued. I then found that Talk Shite were taking more of our game live than most & so took the risk. I loathe that station, but at least I was able to be more up to date. Big error, of course. The trouble with listening to live radio commentary is that a throw-in around the half-way line is made to sound like a close thing to a goal. Also, I have a record second to none, for being the reason we concede goals. Almost every time I turn the radio on mid-game we concede. The only thing more ‘domed’ is, it seems, St. Owen’s half-time talks.
So, the only strange thing about it was that it took 8 minutes before we conceded. Maybe Coyle’s talk was better than normal. The goal, when it came, by Kightly was a neat angled shot, though he was sort of herded onto his preferred foot by Alonso who had failed to recapture the form of his one good game so far. However, far from ending us scurrying back, tail between our legs for our well-deserved pasting we went and surprised everyone, not least ourselves, by taking this rather personally and scoring 3 goals in 21 minutes. By ‘eck they must be shite this lot.
First a penalty. As nailed-on, stonewall, for God’s sake don’t let’s see you whinge about the referee about THIS one, a penalty as you’ll ever be seeing. OK, maybe not. But, despite the furore attempted to being started by the Wolves fans, it came about because the aforementioned Wolves captain, & drunk, Johnson dived in unnecessarily on Mavis who was, I just about caught prior to hitting the ground a little easily. Our own Petrov stepped up to hit as sweet a strike as you’ll see before offering his wishes to his friend & namesake, Villa’s Stilian.
A lovely Petrov cross a little later, headed against the bar by Msr. N’Gog. He does need to lower his sights slightly. It rebounded very sharply to Alonso who did really rather well to readjust and direct the ball in. His first ever goal for us & we were in front. Coming back from a goal down has been rather infrequent this season, so it was nice to see. Then, a third … by Super-Sub, Kevin Davies. Who ever doubted him ?? A terrible piece of prolonged poor defending, again by Johnson, allowed SKD to waltz by, a veritable ‘twinkle-toes’. Taking his goal well, but against shocking defending.
It wouldn’t be Bolton to let it lie at that. We contrived to allow Jarvis to net a second for the son’s of Billy Wright and we had 10 minutes to endure. Now, I know those of you there would have been nervous, but spare a thought for us ‘stay-at-homes’, doing what we could to keep up to date. It seemed like an age. Nonetheless, Bolton’s men held on despite Zak Knight being brought on for a few minutes.
We know it’s not over till the fat lady sings, but the sight of Adele warbling on about pavements as the fans left suggest that Wolves are pretty close to gone. QPR & Wiggin won too … b’stards. Lie down, you sods. Give it up. You know it makes sense.
So, at the risk of Bish & Co. deciding (again) that I’m a closet Stretford fan, I would be glad to hear they’ve pasted Blackburn this evening.
So, 3 points, an extension to that fickle mistress “Hope” and a win whilst starting a 4-4-2. Klas, again, shows that when he starts his impact is less than as a sub, and another chance for us to totally piss-off the Wolves fans. We sent them to their worst run of home defeats in 135 years. That’ll be because you’re shite boys. There's no specific diagnosis, just an all-round illness, near total break down of the immune system ... is it Lupus Doctor ?
WE are the one & only Wanderers …. & don’t you forget it, sunshine.
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