The final home fixture in this catastrophic season perfectly befitted the occasion, neatly summing up our miserable campaign inside 90 minutes of painfully dull football.
A bright start, a brief flicker of promise before ultimately descending into complete farce.
If that second half is what TC defines as ‘progress’, I’ll pass thanks.
With our attack completely blunted for the last half an hour, the only thing missing was the customary defensive brainwave to hand the opposition the points they seemed to so desperately crave.
Credit to the back four and indeed the team for that. They defended manfully from the start and made sure that a good Everton side were made to work for their chances.
Elokobi got the biggest cheer of the day, bouncing on to replace the stricken Christophe Berra and capping a fine cameo with a beautifully executed bicycle kick.
Lovely stuff George.
But when the highlight of an afternoon’s football is two drunkards lolloping onto the pitch with a paper cutout of the FA Cup and the South Bank pretending we scored a goal, you know something isn’t quite right.
And as has so often been the case, the quality of the chants emanating from behind the goal was in no way matched by the quality out on the pitch.
Without the forward thrust of Matt Jarvis at their disposal, this Wolves team just appear clueless about how to forge any sort of opening.
Henry and Edwards huffed and puffed in the center of midfield but neither have the vision or technique to open the gates.
The same can be said of the effervescent Stephen Hunt, who showed trademark tenacity but offered little to the game as an attacking force – save for scooping over a rare Wolves chance after an even rarer passing move.
Michael Kightly was also muted. Every time he had the ball he seemed to determined to scamper inside rather than attacking the line, always running into traffic and losing possession. Much more should be expected of him.
Fletcher and Doyle, starved of any real service were dominated by Jagielka on the odd occasion the ball did squirm into the Everton half. You’ll never convince me that they have or ever will forge a fruitful partnership.
In the last two games we’ve seen the major predicament that faces this group of players.
They can either play as they did against Swansea, creating chances but leaving themselves wide open at the back or, as they did yesterday, sit in and make life difficult for the opposition without offering anything going forward.
And as we know, in order to win football matches, you have to strike a balance between attack and defence, which is something that’s currently beyond TC and Wolves as a team.
Surely this much is obvious to our chairman? Or maybe not.
The fans crave decisive leadership and the sense that someone upstairs in our club realises these most fundamental of issues.
Instead, we were rewarded for a season of loyal support with a half-baked lap of honour and silence from the top brass.
Like I say, a befitting conclusion.