Nuno’s time under the tutelage of the current Manchester United manager may have been brief, but it could prove telling come the end of the season.
This game bore all the hallmarks of a Josè Mourinho side, with titillating football hard to come by for much of the game but no less crucial when it did occur.
Diogo Jota will deservedly get the plaudits for his match winning brace, but in truth it was a characterful team display that earned us the three points.
Wolves struggled to impose their usual style of play against a Forest side that more than played their part in this fixture, and yet found a way to claim the spoils come full time.
Early days it may be, but that is promotion winning form.
After the madcap outing against Bristol City, this game stood out as a real test of our credentials.
Forest have improved greatly under the shrewd management of Mark Warburton and were unsurprisngly in no mood to play for a point.
This culminated in a poor first half in which both sides were limited to half chances, with neither keeper overly exerted.
That soon changed after half time, with Jota converting a sumptuous cross from the otherwise ineffective Ivan Cavaleiro.
Much has been made of John Ruddy’s culpability for the Forest equaliser which followed, but I’m of the mind to excuse a player that has otherwise been in imperious form for us this campaign.
Not many keepers would expect Mustapha Carayol to hit it from where he did, let alone anticipate it being on target.
The home supporters stirred and as was the case on Tuesday, one couldn’t help but get flashbacks to the previous two seasons in which Wolves would so often crumble under such resistance.
But this team is a different beast altogether, and Leo Bonatini (who also endured a quiet game) took one hell of a bump to tee up the effervescent Jota for the winner.
On current form, the diminutive inside forward is set to write himself into club folklore. I certainly can’t recall seeing a player of his calibre don old gold in my decade of following the club, Helder Costa included.
Given the influx of wildly talented foreign imports, you can forgive opposition supporters for anointing us as the most reviled team in the league.
But in my eyes, and most likely those of the similarly delirious away support yesterday, that makes our success all the more fun.
Long may it continue.