Oh dear.

It’s so long to Frimpong then as the impressive Arsenal loanee limps back to London with a ruptured anterior cruciate ligament.

First of all, let me say that’s a great shame because he was talented and a definite improvement on the central midfielders we have at the club.

Furthermore, it was undeniably a good piece of business on Mick’s part to bring the youngster here in the first place and his premature exit is certainly nobody’s fault.

Don't worry, it's over now

That said, it does leave us in a bit of a pickle.

The immediate question that sprung to my mind was: can we get Guedioura back from Forrest?

But then of course the answer to that is ‘no’ as he wasn’t named in our squad list that was submitted to the Premier League last week.

A squad list that contained only 24 senior players, 1 short of the maximum number allowed.

I would like to know (if the E&S can be bothered with some actual journalism) if Guedioura could have been named – despite being loaned out – in order to cover a situation such as this?

Either way though, the Algerian shouldn’t have been allowed to leave in the first place.

If we can name 25 players, we should name 25. Surely?

Only then can we give ourselves the absolute best chance of survival as the manager has the maximum number of senior pros to choose from.

That’s common sense isn’t it?

And Guedioura, for all his shortcomings and inconsistency that I fully accept, has without doubt proven he can effect a game of Premier League football.

I look back to the end of last season and even though he was patchy at best, he made the goal in the home draw against Fulham and was central to our 3-1 win over Albion.

So like him or loathe him, if you’re telling me he couldn’t at the very least have made an impact from the bench as we clamber for survival, I’d like to hear your justification.

Here’s another question: Why did we buy Jonnson?

The line we were fed by Jez Moxey is that ‘he’s one for the future’.

Excuse me?

One for the future?

We need players who can be good immediately and save us from impending doom, not in a year’s time when we’re scrapping for a play-off place in the Championship.

I could stomach the nonsense though if the player in question had any qualities that made me believe he will aid our cause.

Yet the only argument I seem to hear in his favour is ‘he’s neat and tidy and does the simple things’.

We’ve got plenty of those already thanks, including David Davies, a player who has also proved his worth in Scotland and wouldn’t have cost us a penny.

Maybe we’ll make do against the Albion on Sunday and maybe Henry will return wiser, O’Hara will get fitter and the likes of Edwards and Milijas will prove their worth.

But it won’t change the fact that these decisions are inexplicable.

I just hope we don’t live to rue them.

As time waited for no man in the countdown to the transfer deadline, all clocks stopped at Molineux.

Like a bored, bemused child in the backseat of the family estate, a fan cried out for help: “Is it nearly full time yet?”

Another asked if there was still time left in the window to sign Mark Fotheringham, while the rest pursued a conversation away from the scene – a sea of faded orange seats telling its own story.

And amid it all, that gargantuan North Bank monstrosity yawned over the remaining few, in Steve Morgan’s tribute to Dr Frankenstein.

At least the spin might just subside for a day or two after this latest Molineux horror show.

Who would have possibly predicted a goal for this lump?

No more spiel about Frimpong the saviour, with Mick McCarthy putting pay to our one final flickering hope of the season by playing him deeper than a sweeper and nullifying youthful exuberance.

The 18 year-old’s verve and attacking vigour dispensed with, as our boss ordered him to stay away from Liverpool’s half at all costs. ‘Defensive midfield signing’ Eggert Jonsson was instead employed further up the pitch, but lacked an ounce of attacking ability to make a difference anyway.

Michael Kightly, our other last lingering hope, was nowhere near his Villa vintage, and so Mick McCarthy’s best laid plan was out the window.

In the absence of 2008 Championship winning influence, we hoofed the ball long, and gave the ball away.

With tactics like that, it made no difference that we’d had 12 days off and Liverpool barely any, as we were more jaded, lethargic and listless having chased the ball in a style that’s known as ‘commitment.’

Aside from a great early Edwards opening that he really should have done better with, Pepe Reina may as well pictured Sky Sports News on one of our seamless video walls. Not that they work either.

The entire course of the game would be decided on whether Liverpool were good enough in the final third.

In the first half they weren’t. In the second half, they were.

Gal shy Andy Carroll scored the most inevitable goal ever, thanks to a great assist from our ball boy who threw Craig Bellamy the ball like a love sick puppy.

With everyone still up the other end of the pitch seconds after our corner, the ball boy should now be loaned out to Nottingham Forest forthwith as punishment, for not leaving it where it was.

Hennessey, having repelled every other effort on goal before all this, then morphed into Wolfie the Wolf, doing what our furry friend did for 10 minutes at half time when faced with a clutch of six year-olds…Dive over the ball in slow motion.

Not that Wayne could be blamed. He was the only player on the pitch who could hold his head up, having made numerous saves.

Roger Johnson then got a bit angry with those hardcore, vigilante thugs in the Billy Wright family enclosure, pointing and glaring at all those ‘mindless idiots’ who were clearly to blame for the entire fiasco.

Kuyt then scored a third to give the scoreline the reflection it deserved, before Sylvan smashed the post from 30 yards to prompt the first genuine cheer of the night.

And that was that.