It was appropriate that such erratic weather surrouned Molineux yesterday, as we were instantly reminded of how quickly things can change in a Premier League game of football. A downpour of biblical proportions engulfed Wolverhampton as we all went about our respective pre-match rituals and the news filtered through that Kevin Doyle wasn’t playing. Yet [...]

Well, this is it. Wolves finally kick-off their second consecutive season of Premiership football tomorrow, as Stoke make the short trip down the M6 for an opening day dust-up at the Molineux. Optimism is never in short supply in game one and both sets of fans will feel this fixture offers a realistic opportunity to [...]

Ahead of this weekend’s opening game of the season with Stoke, I’ve been chatting with Potters fan Topher Knowles about the summer goings on at the Britannia, his thoughts on the coming season for both clubs and of course his predictions for Saturday. Hi Topher. Thanks for taking the time to talk with us. What [...]

A bout of syphilis, a swig of cyanide and an anal fisting off Vanessa Feltz are up there on the list of experiences that you never want to go through. But something far more ghastly, far more abhorrent and far more petrifying now tops the lot…Watching Stoke City play football on a regular basis. Eurghh! [...]

I think it would be fair to say this probably won’t be one for the neutrals, which is just as well as it isn’t on the TV, despite being shunted back to an annoying 12pm Sunday kick-off. Wolves will once again pack the midfield on our wafer-thin home pitch and with Stoke attempting to enforce [...]

Thank goodness the game of football is played over 90 minutes and not 45. At half-time I think most fans in the away end were thankful it was only 2-0. Wolves had been battered all over the pitch by a Stoke side that looked sharper, more organised and hungrier for the fight. And had it [...]

I don’t like Stoke City. I can’t put my finger on exactly why that is, but they’re just one of those clubs that rub me up the wrong way. There’s a chance that my bitterness stems from plain old sour grapes. I remember going to the Victoria Ground and seeing Wolves get well and truly [...]