When the Sheffield skyline suddenly blackened and emptied its contents on our heads as we ran to make kick-off, it was understandable to fear the worst.
No Dicko, Sako, Price or Ricketts and the nation’s form team lying in wait, on a ground that has thrown up more misery than most over the many years we’ve visited it.
Thankfully, only the Blades’ 125 year celebrations were dampened on a glorious away day, as both their 11 game unbeaten run and eight straight clean sheet stat came to an end.
When you’re flying high at the top of the league with your own winning run etched into the history books, anxious glances to the heavens – if not the teamsheet itself – should be the last places we seek inspiration.
In Kenny Jackett however, we have a man for all seasons who would evidently keep calm to navigate us through whatever choppy waters lie in wait.
They don’t come much more tempestuous than Sheffield United in their own backyard and adding Matt Doherty, Lee Evans, Leon Clarke and in particular David Edwards proved to be a masterstroke.
The Welshman scored the decisive second with an uncharacteristically lethal finish, after making a more familiar lung-busting run to distract the goalkeeper for the first.
Edwards and Doherty aside, it wasn’t as if our surprise replacements were particularly impressive, but they combined to negate a feisty, mobile Sheffield United side which lacked nothing in quality.
Goals change games alright, and having weathered an early storm when the hosts could easily have led (take a bow Carl Ikeme), James Henry burst into life at the other end of the pitch and whipped in a cross-shot that found its way into the far corner.
Undeterred, the Blades carried on as if nothing happened, with Jose Baxter catching the eye and causing no end of problems around a swarm of busy teammates.
Thankfully we held on until half-time and like Walsall at the Banks’s, we burst into life at the start of second half to catch the hosts cold.
Jacobs pinged a glorious crossfield ball to that man James Henry, who teased and tormented his opposing defender in customary swagger before crossing for the onrushing David Edwards, who dispatched clinically from close range, to the delight of us jubilant fans behind the goal.
Like the first goal, its debilitating effect was huge, as the Blades began to do unexpected things that we hadn’t seen all game…
…They made mistakes.
Lots of them, as they gave the ball away regularly, made the wrong choices and generally became ragged.
It was a testament to our purple performers that they arrived at such a stage, with stout defending, pick-pocket possession and a bullish appetite for a good old scrap all playing their part.
As this Wolves team continues to raise smiles on so many previously brow-beaten faces, a win at a previously impenetrable Sheffield United shouldn’t have been in doubt.
Whatever the sum of its parts, you sense that nothing – including a wet and wild Bramall Lane – is insurmountable.