It takes a special kind of performance to make you question why you even like football in the first place, and unfortunately for Wolves fans, this was one of those afternoons. A game that somehow felt longer than it should have, with very little to cling to, yet, in the spirit of optimism (or desperation), here are two good and two bad from the latest collapse.
Good: Adam Armstrong’s goal (sort of)
We’re really scraping the barrel here, but credit where it’s due, Adam Armstrong’s finish, even though ruled offside, was actually very tidy. The movement was sharp, the strike was clean, and for a brief moment, there was something resembling excitement.
That said, it does raise a bigger question: why are Wolves playing as if Armstrong is a towering target man? At no point has he suddenly grown a foot overnight, yet the game plan seems to treat him like he has. When the ball is played into his feet or into space, he looks capable; when it’s lumped aimlessly toward him, less so—a decent finish, but also a reminder of a tactical mismatch.
Good: It’s Over
Something is comforting in the final whistle after a game like this. Not relief from tension or drama, just relief that you never have to watch those 90 (or more) minutes again.
Football has a way of testing patience, but this was less a test and more an endurance event. The only real positive here is that it’s done, filed away, and can hopefully be forgotten forever.
Bad: Where Has The Fight Gone?
If there’s one thing supporters can usually accept, it’s losing with effort. What’s far harder to deal with is the complete lack of fight, which was on full display here.
Second balls went uncontested, challenges lacked conviction, and there was very little urgency, even as the game drifted away. It’s not just about quality; it’s about application. And on this showing, Wolves looked second best in both departments. Fans can forgive mistakes, but they will always struggle to forgive a lack of desire.
12 Minutes of Added Time (why?)
Twelve additional minutes. Bloody twelve.
In most circumstances, added time brings drama, late chances, maybe even a heroic moment. Here, it felt more like an unnecessary extension of something everyone had already endured enough of. No Wolves fan in the ground or watching from home was thinking, “Yes, I’d love another 12 minutes of this.” If anything, it felt like footballing cruelty. By the time the referee finally blew the whistle, this writer was just flat out exhausted.
Some games leave you analysing tactics, individual performances, and what comes next. And others, like this one, leave you wondering how quickly you can move on.
This was firmly the latter.
