You could probably just about tolerate 180 minutes of turgid, one-paced cup football if your team at least emerged victorious from the tie.
With that in mind, Blues fans will probably feel satisfied with their night’s work. Good luck to them I say. I don’t begrudge them the win.
For Wolves and Mick McCarthy there’s no such consolation.

Terrible goal wins terrible match
We were awful, both individually and as a team.
But lets start with the former.
Elokobi was a liability throughout. Yes, he made a vital goal-saving lunge in the first half (which I thought was a foul by the way) but his total lack of awareness and incompetence on the ball make me shudder everytime he has possession.
Sadly though George, you narrowly miss out on the numpty of the match champagne.
No, that’s most definitely reserved for another deserving culprit.
Step forward Stephen Hunt.
We all know he’s been woefully anonymous in recent times, but his performance last night was taking the flippin’ Michael.
He sauntered around, half a yard off the pace and quite obviously just couldn’t be arsed.
You can normally tell within the first 10-15 minutes of any match whether he’s up for it or not. If he is, ala Blues at home last season, you’ve got a real player on your hands.
80% of the time though, he doesn’t show anywhere near those levels of interest and isn’t the type of player who can operate effectively in cruise control.
He was easily the worst of a very poor bunch.
Still, however bad individuals were, the manager must shoulder much of the blame for the team performance.
Anyone who comes out two days before the game has even kicked off and proclaims ‘It’ll be Doyler and Sylvan up top’ as if that’s some sort of declaration of attacking intent is living in cloud cuckoo land.
That says to me, that in his head it doesn’t matter who else he plays because two out of form forwards, both dining off past accomplishments as opposed to anything they’ve done recently, will get the job done.
That was never, ever going to be the case.
I said in my preview I’d play 451 because we needed to make better use of the ball in the middle of the pitch and not just hoof it long to the forwards.
Well low and behold what did we do?
The same thing we always do in a 442 of course, pass it around the back four, run out of ideas and shell it long.
Nice one Mick.
He got two bites of the cherry in this tie and patently didn’t learn his lesson from the first taster.
I despair.
You can only imagine what the millions who tuned into ITV made of it.
Like them, I’d rather have watched Coronation Street.







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