Note of thanks from Houston

Now that the euphoria of Nunohampton Wanderers marvelous season has faded, and before the transfer window opens, bringing every player on the planet to our doors, allegedly, I would like to say a huge thank you.

To all of you.

Every last one of you on our wonderful blog.

You all know of the devastation we suffered here in Houston, caused by Hurricane Harvey, and subsequent trials and tribulations we had to endure, but in the last year we also lost a grandson and Marla’s sister.

It is one hell of a coincidence that our misfortunes took place at the same time as the best footballing season seen at The Molineux in a generation, and this is a large part of what has kept me going.

That, and the brilliant support, comments, fund raising and piss taking by you lot.

I know there are some out there who have other problems and issues, for which you have my undying sympathy, and I can only speak for myself, but I would not wish this last year of mine on anyone, not even someone from Sandwell.

So a humungous thank you to every one of you, our title winning team’s liquid football and your superb camaraderie and love.

To misquote Tiny Tim….

Dog bless you one and all.

Clive and Marla from Houston

Floods

Fellow bloggers.

I cannot stress how much we both appreciate your kind thoughts, your generous donations, and the wonderful piss taking!

Yes, we have lost pretty much everything, all our furniture, appliances, and two cars.

Our house is a disaster zone, and it will take us months to gain any semblance of normality.

We have come very close to tears several times, but what sent me over the top was the marvellous gesture my mate Paul Lappage did, the write up and go fund me account.

I was reduced to tears, as was Marla the boss, and we basically lost it for a few minutes.

Thank you guys, it means so much that we have wonderful friends, via The Wolves, all over the world.

We have lost a lot, but we are still not in as bad a situation as tens of thousands of fellow Houstonians.

We have our health, our dogs and the friendship of a lot of people.

Life goes on, what we have lost is just stuff, and stuff is replaceable.

Once again, thanks a million, every blog is a ray of gold and black sunbeam.

Love from Houston

Clive’s end of season report

The dust has settled on another season, and we missed a play off place by a gnats whisker.

Clive & Jez

Despite my recurring 5 – 1 predictions, I am happy with what transpired, and the bottom line is we just are not good enough , yet.

Having only watched the Millwall game live, I suspect my comments will be slightly biased, not having seen the lads fully all season.

I’ve said all along how highly I’ve rated Richard Stearman, and the end of season accolades he has just received bear this out.

I was unimpressed with our keeper, at fault for both goals. Van la Parra can go as soon as he wants, that stupid reverse strike/chip thing he tried in the first half was pathetic, and if I’d been the manager he would have been off immediately.

Afobe had a quiet match, but he is a must keep, as is Dicko, that goal was frickin’ brill!

Sako for me is a luxury, if he goes, que sera,sera, and I don’t think he will be lighting any fires in the Prem.

The rest of the team were OK, but as I said, I’ve only seen one live match, so difficult to be too objective.

We must draw a veil over the season, and move on. All the what ifs are bollocks. The biggest what if is:

If my auntie had bollocks she would be my uncle. She don’t and she ain’t. I got over that a long time ago.

However, what I will not get over for a while is the wonderful time spent last weekend with fellow bloggers.

Some I’ve met before, some I’ve known for centuries, and some I’d never met.

People from all places and of all ages turned up and had the instant bond of The Wolverhampton Wanderers thread running throughout their lives.

There was Brompto with his moon walking alien pal, John.

Peakwolf bought me a pint, thank you kind sir.

Wolfstroker. Now there is such a soft spoken giant of a man, not one to argue with, but such a nice guy.

Stuwolf and his lovely family…much too good for you, me boy.

Thomas graced us with his presence, along with his Dad, great to meet you, sir.

I was accosted by a gorgeous, vivacious young lady, who turned out to be the beautiful Mrs Rachel Smallman, wife of the very lucky Ben, mother of young Arthur who was proudly wearing his new T shirt.

Colin, Steve Showcase, and others I’ve probably forgotten.

Big Mark G Davies and Scooped, ever presents…..until Scooped’s hangover from Friday night finally caught up with him, and of course the ever young Mrs and Mrs Doogooder, otherwise known to their friends as Mark and Sue.

I cannot stress enough how much at home I felt, amongst new and old friends, and the banter, piss taking and general friendship was of the highest order.

Thanks everyone for a fun filled couple of days.