Paul Lambert thinks we’re better than this performance.
But despite five consecutive victories, the painful truth is we’re not.
A season of mediocrity (and at times much, much worse) has taught us that this occasional brand of meek surrender is par for the course.
I said last week that the team we fielded against Cardiff had the potential to crack the top six, but with just two changes in personnel our heroes wilted to zeros at Ashton Gate.
Morgan Gibbs-White and Nouha Dicko are players I have a lot of time for. One has shown huge potential and the other has already done enough in old gold to warrant considerable slack on his return from career threatening injury.
But the fluency that Ivan Cavaleiro and to a far greater extent Helder Costa bring to this Wolves team is considerable. We’re not the same without them.
Add to that Andi Weimann’s endless running up top when played in his primary position and these subtle variations on our first choice eleven present very different propositions.
Dicko was again wasteful, spurning the afternoon’s clearest sight of goal to put Wolves ahead and pile the pressure onto vulnerable opposition.
Instead it was they who got ahead and used that lead as a platform to build a convincing home victory with goals at the ideal moments.
You’re always dealing with the finest of margins in the Championship, so wasting the big opportunities is usually the difference between success and failure.
I’m not heaping the blame for this loss on Nouha Dicko – far from it. We could have benefited from stronger defending or better fortune for all three of their goals, but the point is you’ve got to be efficient.
And Wolves are not efficient.
It routinely takes them three or four chances to score a goal and cleansheets are rarer than rocking horse droppings.
Paul Lambert has a summer to turn this talented but far too often flaky squad into something more convincing.
Until then, I don’t think anyone should expect better.