Before our latest Molineux endurance session, the Wolves press office were trawling through the archives, hastily cutting some clips and adding a seven word strapline like a profound Hollywood tearjerker.
‘Tough times don’t last, tough people do.’
With six points from our last 30, four home wins from 16 and more importantly, a relegation place separated by goal difference, I’d beg to differ.
Hats off to the PR team…
…Concocting a bigger insult in one sentence than the entire season put together takes some doing.
Not content with serving up the most blundering, bungled concoction of misery – both on and off the pitch – we’re all subtly reminded to keep coughing up or be labelled feeble weaklings forever.
Forget the war chest promise; we don’t have to sell our best players; we can get in the top five clubs in England; we won’t do an Albion; we won’t appoint a novice; an £18 million empty North Bank.
Forget it all. Airbrush it from your minds and keep diverting your cash to the very people who will keep wasting it. Or whatever the hell they do with it.
Going on a straw poll conducted around the weathered souls beside me, with hundreds of years of fanatism between them, I can conjure a far more appropriate soundbite to describe this mess.
‘Weak people last. Good people have had enough.’
Jez Moxey has lasted 13 years. Ward, Berra, Foley, Doyle, SEB have lasted 1,000 games between them, but the supporters who remember 1949 and Stan Cullis are driven away. Without a club to relate to anymore, they have nothing left to give.
Bad enough that they’ll never come back, but even worse that they leave with a flea in their ears from the very people who divorced them in the first place.
At least we didn’t lose against Leeds, thanks to a player we’ve all been screaming out for in place of either Johnson or Berra, the latter who doesn’t even want to play for us.
But as is always the case, the same old losers let us down.
The weak ones who outlive the good ones.
Ward, for the millionth time in his career went AWOL, resulting in Sako clumsily covering an entire left flank which resulted in a dubious penalty.
This made it 2-1 to Leeds after our main goalscoring threat did the damage – an opposing player – to break the deadlock.
Varney scored a belter to make it 1-1 before another the impotent Kevin Doyle failed yet again, this time missing the target from 4 yards following a saved Batth header.
The game was a scrappy, unsightly battle from start to finish. Batth was the one bright spot and deserved to be man-of-the-match.
The rest, bar Sako, looked what they were – the fourth worst squad in Premier League history minus its three Premier League performers.
Jez Moxey still insists they should be doing better.
The league table, like those early bird sales, says he’s having a laugh.