Groundhog Day is a film I’ve often described as being akin to watching Wolves.
Rarely has the comparison been used with flattery in mind.
Year after year we’ve endured one insipid performance after another, with an occasional upset victory cheering us up every now and then.
At times, it seemed as if there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
That has been provided in spades, however, by the promotion chasing juggernaut assembled by Nuno and co.
They too are a predictable bunch, the key difference between them and their predecessors in old gold being they can’t stop winning.
It’s a quaint feeling being a Wolves fan nowadays, with each victory carrying an alien sense of inevitability.
Yesterday, we were put to task by a Reading side that appear as talented as they are limited.
And yet the scoreline would suggest another leisurely afternoon for the league leaders.
The old adage goes that the best teams can win games without playing well and, though I’m not usually one to indulge in cliches, the saying is ringing true at present.
We play some breathtaking football at times, but our resolve when under pressure is just as impressive as our swashbuckling play in the final third.
After being subjected to years of calamitous defending by various coaches, it’s a pleasure to see Wolves be able to cope with onslaughts in the manner in which they did yesterday.
Ryan Bennett, Connor Coady and Willy Boly were in imperious form, particularly during a second half in which the Royals had plenty of chances to level the score.
John Ruddy, meanwhile, had arguably his best game since joining the club, keeping the home side at bay with a string of crucial saves.
As we all know, such solidity provides a platform from which our creative forces can do damage and both goals were once again pleasing on the eye.
Diogo Jota’s through ball to Ivan Cavaleiro was a thing of beauty, as was the latter’s ensuing shimmy round the opposition goalkeeper.
Matt Doherty left it late to prosper from some sumptuous build up play in the game’s dying embers, no doubt prospering from some tired Reading legs as he slotted cooly past a hapless Vito Mannone.
It all seemed rather routine, and quaintly poetic given the opposition had former subjects of ire in their ranks.
Jon Dadi Bodvarsson and Dave Edwards always gave their all for the club, but they’re a million miles of the standard required to play in this current vintage.
Whether this air of invincibility will prevail over a notoriously bruising winter period remains to be seen, but promotion is currently looking an elementary task for this side.
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