Jim Bowen entered my thoughts at 7.58pm last night.
‘Come and have a look at what you could have won.’
He puts a hand to my shoulder and I’m forced to contemplate what might have been. To see a future I would no longer enjoy.
To witness the team Wolves were supposed to be. Organised, inventive and superior.
In a word, Watford.
That should have been us, I mumble through gritted teeth.
But instead I purr enviously over the opposition along with 18,000 other dejected Bullseye losers, all turning grimly towards their own unwanted prize board.
Stephen Hunt, full of gusto and good intentions but devoid of quality.
Karl Henry, proving more hindrance than help to the ever-changing back four.
Kevin Doyle, a shadow.
All the while, Watford dispel the notion you can’t pass your way out with foreign talent.
I wonder if Steve Morgan lost any sleep over that? He should.
Solbakken imports are our only chance.
Sigurdarson squanders, but shows confidence and willing.
Then there’s Bully’s star prize.
While the rest of the team miss the board, Bakary Sako hit double top again. And for all Watford’s superiority, he was the headline act.
The footwork, the pace, the swagger – it belies our lowly position and the dross that surrounds him.
Drink it in, savour it, because he’ll be packing his bags in May.
We can only hope that before then, he stops us checking out.