Money doesn’t always buy happiness.
Just ask Mark Hughes.
On a day that his club’s open cheque book was supposed to see their stock rising, it was Wolves who cashed in to get out of the red.
In fact, the victory owed much to the implosion of their marquee investment, Djibril Cisse taking Johnson by the neck before hopping into an early bath.
It was a definite sending off – no arguments please.
As Karl Henry will testify, raising hands (or studs) off the ball simply isn’t tolerated.
Just don’t do it.
A man up but a goal down, the pressure was thrust onto Wolves and Mick McCarthy to grab hold of the lifejacket that was so charitably slung overboard.
Sink or swim.
Thankfully, they just about made it to the shore.
Kevin Doyle turned the tide, feeding Matt Jarvis for the equaliser before slotting home the winner in composed style.
He needed that.
Mick too should bank credit for swift action on a day his head threatened to roll. Removing Stearman and slotting Foley into the back four was certainly a wise move to make.
That said I wasn’t overly enamoured with his initial team selection. We were setup to defend from the off and with no Kightly or Hammill in the squad, I feared the consequences of conceding an early goal.
So when Zamora slotted home a well worked opener that saw the wall come crumbling down, things seemed decidedly bleak.
There’s no doubting players and manager needed the break that Cisse’s handbags provided. Without that moment of madness, I don’t believe for a second we would have won.
Not that we should care.
Self-destruction has been Wolves’ forte this season so if the stupidity of the opposition is the stroke of luck we need to get our heads above water, so be it.
Speaking of new signings, Sebastian Bassong was correctly given his debut and although Zamora outmuscled him to toe poke them into the lead, I thought the on-loan Spurs man acquitted himself well.
I’m a bigger fan of Berra than most but the pace off the ball and composure on it that Bassong brought to the back four were notable.
Still, his selection couldn’t prevent a late onslaught as Adel Taarabt threatened to cruelly snatch the game away from us.
Credit Wayne Hennessey for a wonderful fingertip save to keep the Moroccan at bay. If he might have done better for the goal, that more than made amends.
It was a result that made amends.
It also proved however bankrupt our prospects may seem, it would be premature to foreclose on this season just yet.
You might just pay the price.