The things is, Leeds weren’t very good.
That makes this inept, clumsy, one-paced performance all the more difficult to stomach.
With 20 minutes left when Silvio poked the ball into his own net following Matt Doherty’s horror show, why did it feel like there was no way back?
Probably because Wolves couldn’t complete two successive passes, let alone find a way to break down a resilient, albeit rarely threatened back four.
Even when they went direct the usually reliable Bodvarsson flapped and flailed, unable to reach his usual superhuman standards.
The dream of 442 with the Icelander alongside Nouha Dicko made for a grim reality, with the latter still some way off match sharpness.
Costa and Teixiera shone occasionally but were guilty of trademark physical weakness and poor decision making.
In their defence, Wolves’ build up play was so laboured and one-dimensional it meant playmakers were rarely able to get up the pitch and occupy meaningful positions.
Edwards was combative and Saiss tidy but neither dictated the play or offered a meaningful platform to work from.
In short, Zenga’s selection and tactics didn’t work.
And with just a single point from that last 15 available, patience is wearing thin with a manager who continues to bemoan misfortune rather than the shortcomings of his team.
We’ve spent most of the season pointing to early mistakes, but it was a second half vanishing act that cost us today.
Wolves simply didn’t re-emerge after the break and without any sort of consistency over 90 minutes, it’s difficult to see how this team can be successful.
Accompanying these hot and cold performances is a lack of identity.
How do we characterise Zenga’s team?
Do they press? Do they pass? Do they look to go wide and get crosses in? Are they direct? Are they compact defensively? Do they break quickly?
They’re everything and none of these things at different times and that’s a problem. The game plan is neither obvious or decisive.
The Italian says he’s 100% sure things will improve and after this limp outing, it’s hard to believe he’ll be wrong.
But will better be enough?
Increasingly, I’m not so sure.