One keeper on strike, one striker worth keeping and one win in seven games.
One wretched defeat, one meaningful shot and one television spectacle to make any grown Wolves fan cry.
It was bad enough that we tossed away yet more momentum with the flagrant disregard of a Bakary Sako pass, but even worse that an entire nation saw what a hopelessly anaemic, one paced side we can be.
After this miserable spectacle, Notts Forest won’t touch Sako with a shitty stick, Michael Jacobs will go back to Derby and a Scottish side will be telling our one striker worth keeping to come home for the sake of his sanity.
Only a Massey Ferguson was missing from this ploughed field in Kent and judging by David Edwards, Kevin Doyle, George Elokobi and the extraordinarily useless Sako, the tractor would have been more mobile.
This was the pits and proof that if 28,000 can turn up for a Christmas home game, the very same amount can feel such acute levels of pain that they probably thought they’d left behind last season.
Well folks, have Wolves got news for you…
…Things can get a damned sight worse and failing some reinforcements as a matter of urgency, they most probably will.
After some promising signs against Tranmere and Leyton Orient before, things eventually degenerated into complete farce tonight, as heard in Gillingham fans’ jeers whenever the hopeless Sako got anywhere near the ball.
The Frenchman generated more laughs than Jack Dee on a good night and his umpteenth circus act ended with the ball rolling under his foot in the first minute of injury time, which allowed Gillingham to throw, then kick the winner within seconds.
To hear Gillingham fans guffaw at one of our players as we laughed at Martin Allen’s red trousers back in August shows how far we have fallen, and will continue to fall if we don’t reinforce this squad.
True, the players were doubtless leggy after so many games in so few days, but had we have taken the FA Cup seriously, we would not have been making a national embarrassment of ourselves in the first place.
Maybe this will act as one final wake-up call to Jackett, Morgan and Moxey.
Maybe the manager will dispense with players who have blighted any sense of progress for too long and maybe, our owner might have learned that passive penny pinching won’t work.
Like a Friday night in front of the TV, we will have to see what happens.