If Friday was a day of change, Saturday was business as usual.
Another home match, another convincing performance, another well-earned three points.
Another cleansheet, another McDonald masterclass, another Dicko goal.
To the uninformed looking inward, Wolves might seem weaker for the loss of those familiar Deadline Day departures.
The reality is they are infinitely better off.
Where once there were only names scribbled together on a sheet of paper, now there is a team.
A defence that can actually defend (fewest goals conceded in the football league), a midfield that can actually pass and a strikeforce that can actually score.
Add to that a manager who actually knows what he’s doing and you’re suddenly talking about a strong, formidable Wolverhampton Wanderers.
It might only be League One, it might only be Bradford City but the football is as good as it’s ever been.
For as long as time can remember, opposing managers have instructed their teams to start strongly and turn the Molineux crowd against the home side.
These days, the opposition are lucky if they get a foot on the ball for the first twenty minutes as Wolves pass, move and repeat with pleasing efficiency.
If Mick McCarthy’s brilliant 2008 team were a shot-gun to the head, Kenny Jackett’s current crop are more death by a thousand cuts.
It’s a smarter approach. More efficient, more technical, and worryingly for their promotion rivals, more sustainable.
Bradford can count themselves unlucky for two fabulous strikes that rebounded off woodwork and for a poor individual misjudgment that saw them reduced to 10 men for a significant portion of the contest.
But you sense that even had the rub of the green been more favourable to the visitors, Wolves would still have found a way to win.
Even Leon Clarke’s profligate debut couldn’t tarnish what was another measured and highly satisfactory home performance.
Nothing less was expected.