Wolves Blog Quiz #1

With our early season optimism dampened by two miserable trips to the capital, the time is right for Wolves Blog to inflate everyone’s spirits with an exciting – if not thought provoking – new Wolves Blog feature.

The time has come to cheer everyone up with an official Wolves Blog quiz.

But be mindful…This isn’t any old quiz. It is actually a testament to how great our current squad and management team are because when you have a look at this motley crew, you’ll be thanking your lucky stars that this lot are nowhere near Molineux today! (well, most of them, as we do like a couple in there!)

So the format is: We’ll do a quiz round every fortnight, starting today. There’ll be six rounds in total and at the end of it all, a winner will be announced.

Just email your answers to bennyboy.smallman@gmail.com before Monday October 4 and we’ll let you have the answers when we do the second round.

You can leave comments at the bottom of the blog if you like, perhaps to laugh at one or two of these players without revealing their names, obviously!

We have an excellent prize for the overall winner of the first ever Wolves Blog Quiz, so if your blood isn’t racing now, it never will be.

So here goes. This is the picture round, so all we need are the names for the six players. Email us the answers on the address above if you fancy a bit of a laugh.

I’ve put a comment next to each picture, which won’t be much use!

1. So bad, that manager Graham Turner sent him running up and down the South Bank as punishment.








2. Scorer of the best own goal I have ever seen while facing the South Bank without an opposition player within 30 yards of him.








3. One German in this picture wasn’t bad. The other has his tongue hanging out.








4. Not sure what is worse….this player, or the strip he’s wearing.










5. A fan behind us once shouted at this player ‘Change gear!’ It seemed to perfectly describe his running style.








6. For that hat-trick and some memorable Masters performances, we salute you.







Good luck and please remember, DO NOT leave answers to this quiz in the comments.

Spurs 3 Wolves 1

So it’s one win from five, another late capitulation and yet more profligacy in possession that the footballing gods couldn’t ignore.

Never mind the shrill of yet more Cockneys in my radio speakers for the second successive Saturday, it was the dulcet tones of Robbie Dennison that was far more worrying.

“We have to keep possession better,” Robbie whispered to Bill Hatton.

Either my breath stinks, or I'm a hopeless trainer...

If he said it once he said it 40 times in the second half alone, so while the manner of defeat might seem cruel to many, it just felt utterly predictable to me.

Forty five minutes at home to Stoke aside, we’ve had the infuriating knack of giving the ball away with glaring frequency and with five minutes to go at White Hart Lane we were at our prolific worst.

Many can lament referee Mike Jones for getting in the way of David Jones in the build-up to Spurs’ second.

I don’t. I see it as karma for a second half of listening to an Ulsterman politely suggesting that we might want to start keeping the ball better.

Or a bit of rough justice for leaving the one player on the bench (yet again) in Guedioura, who actually can pick out a teammate at will. How bad must he be in training?

And then there is our ‘left back’ Ward who needlessly gave Spurs a way back into the game when stupidly hacking down Alan Hutton, allowing Van der Vaart the chance to equalise from the spot.

It can’t be a coincidence that every team continues to attack our left hand side against a failed £100,000 Eircom striker who simply can’t defend.

In spite of this latest disappointment, the feeling is that we do have a team in that 25-man squad that will do well for us well in many games to come.

But in a worrying repeat of last season’s early fixtures, Mick seems incapable of picking it, a point encapsulated when Ebanks Blake was ignored for Marcus Bent.

So it’s the same number of wins from the same number of games last season (I think), the same problem at left back that just won’t be addressed, and the same habit of giving the bloody ball away.

At least the utterly spurious ‘dirty Wolves’ stigma will be cast aside for a weekend and some meaningful analysis might actually begin.

Being labelled dirty is one thing. Being ridiculously careless in possession is another.

Tottenham Vs Wolves Preview

Last season’s sensational double over Spurs was perhaps Wolves’ greatest achievement of the campaign, not least because both of those crucial wins came at times when we desperately needed them.

Having triumphed the previous week against Bolton, victory at White Hart Lane gave the club their first ever back-to-back wins in the Premier League and the perfect springboard to push themselves away from the relegation zone heading into the new year.

Kevin Doyle scored the winner in last season's game

When the return fixture rolled around in February, Wolves were very much back in the brown stuff, following a run of poor results capped by a demoralising last gasp defeat to Blues. But the team really dug-in, scored a quite-brilliant goal and shut up shop to grab another priceless three points.

Happy days.

Thankfully, things aren’t quite so precarious for Wolves right now. A five-point return represents a solid enough start to the season and had it not been for a few moments of madness in the dying seconds of last weekend’s game, things would have been even rosier.

But this is unquestionably our toughest match so far, on paper at least. Tottenham have great quality throughout their squad and boast a formidable home-record, despite that shock defeat to Wigan. They’ll be keen to rectify that with a handsome win on Saturday.

Harry’s boys were of course in action in the Champions League on Tuesday, so it’s up to Mick and Co to make sure we capitalise on any potential hangover from their midweek exertions. They’ll also be without big names such as Defoe, Dawson and potentially Luka Modric. However, it’s worth noting that even with these players sidelined, the likes of Niko Kranjcar, Robbie Keane, William Gallas and Wilson Palacios could still only make the bench for their game against Werder Bremen, which demonstrates their strength in depth.

As for Wolves, Christophe Berra will sit this one out following his late sending-off at Fulham, with Richard Stearman favourite to deputise. Unless Mick decides to revert to a 4-5-1, I reckon that will be the only change from the side that started at Craven Cottage. So, that’s a team of:

Hahnemann

Foley
Craddock
Stearman
Ward

van Damme
Henry
Mancienne
Jarvis

Doyle
SEB

There are options available of course. Mancienne could slot in alongside Craddock at the back, with Jones returning to the midfield. Alternatively, one of the forwards could drop-out if we switch to the more defensive-minded 4-5-1 system. It’s a difficult one to call this week.

Prediction League

Three doom-merchants got the result spot on last weekend against Fulham, correctly forecasting a 2-1 defeat. So well done to Aikiwoves, BAZZA (Selly Oak) and Mark Lawrenson (yes, Lawro) for picking up the maximum 3 points on offer.

New kid on the blog still leads the overall table with 7 points.

Don’t forget, if you want to join in with the Prediction League, simply leave your prediction for each game in the comment section of the official preview (such as this one).

This the first weekend I’m going to predict defeat for Wolves. I fancy us to score but shifting our settled back-four around will leave us more vulnerable at the back. 3-1 to Spurs.

If you’re making the trip down to the capital, have a great time and roar the lads on. I hope lightning will strike twice for you.

Up The Wolves.

Remembering the rules

After a week of Wolves making the headlines for their so-called physical approach, Martin reflects on the changing attitude towards the game.

Those who read my first Wolves blog will know I’m not in the first flush of youth. In fact, I’m getting on a bit. OK, I’m bleedin’ ancient. I’m so old, when I started playing, they were still using the W formation (any youngsters should ask their granddads), studs were hammered in with nails (honest) and balls were made of uncoated leather with a thick lace to hold them together. This meant that on a wet day the ball weighed about a stone and a half and players (especially centre halves and centre forwards ) were sometimes seen tottering around the pitch, in varying degrees of consciousness, with impressions of the lace imprinted on their forehead.

Henry has found himself at the center of some unjustified allegations this week

Well, this set me to wondering. You see, I used to head the ball a lot myself and I’m wondering if this explains why my memory seems to be getting progressively worse. I mean, I used to know all the rules of football without a thought, but when I watch games now, I realise I don’t know them at all. Here are a few examples:-

Obstruction

I used to think you obstructed another player by deliberately stepping into his line of play anywhere on the pitch. Now I realise that this general rule does not apply, if the ball is rolling towards the goal line. In this circumstance, a defender may jump in front of the attacker from any position. He is then allowed, by using the combined method of standing arms akimbo and sticking his arse out like a ruptured duck, to escort the ball carefully towards the line. This operation can be fairly lengthy and is, of course, fully in accordance with FIFA’s vision for a fast and flowing game. When the ball does finally cross the line, the referee, in full agreement with his assistant, shall award a goal kick as no obstruction has occurred. On the other hand, if such conduct occurs in general play, it will be deemed as flagrant obstruction and a free kick awarded.

Use of hands

I used to think that if you were an outfield player, your hands could be used for three things:

• both hands to take a throw in

• one or two hands to plead for a pass

• one hand to raise triumphantly à la Denis Law when you’ve just scored a sensational goal (i.e. bounced in off your arse when you were looking at something else).

Whereas, now, I realise hands can be used for a whole host of things, such as:

• Pushing away another player who is trying to make a legitimate tackle. This is known as ‘using your strength’.

• Grabbing an opponent’s shirt to prevent him from making a dangerous run or from performing a piece of exquisite skill to entertain the crowd. This, of course, is fully in accordance with FIFA’s vision for a fast and flowing game. In fairness, referees do occasionally penalise this but not always because, you know, the players do it so cleverly and they’ve been getting away with it for so long and they all do it these days anyway, don’t they?

• Holding a player at a corner who might otherwise score a goal and unnecessarily excite and entertain the crowd, which is fully in accordance with FIFA’s etc. (In Champions League matches, bigger, richer clubs such as Inter Milan, who can afford to send players on sumo and Cumbrian wrestling classes, may also utilise the bear hug). Obviously, the referee can’t penalise such behaviour because, well, that would be a penalty and you can’t give a penalty for every corner, because the scores would get silly and it would be against FIFA’s vision for etc. etc. I mean, they’ve been getting away with it for so long and they all do it anyway, don’t they?

There is, however, one player who needs to think twice about using his hands and this, of course, is the goalkeeper. Any keeper who attempts to dive on the ball and accidentally catches the player shall, of course, be penalised and a penalty awarded. The goalkeeper shall, of course, also be sent to the stands. Once the penalty has been converted, the match becomes a completely one- sided, meaningless bore (this, of course, is fully in line with FIFA’s etc.) and spectators might just as well have stayed down the pub and spent the huge cost of the entrance fee on getting pleasantly rat-arsed. But, of course, these rather draconian measures only apply to misdemeanours inside the box. If goalies will insist on standing, well, um, in front of their goal, it serves them right, dunnit?

And it’s not just the rules I’ve forgotten, it’s the words as well. There’s a whole language called ‘AndyGrayish’ which I have no memory of at all. I really need to learn it, though, if I want to carry on discussing Wolves intelligently. And I’ve made a start. I know the erstwhile mentioned ‘using your strength’ (pushing away someone who is trying to make a fair tackle). Oh, and I particularly like the one for deliberately falling over if you have lost control of the ball, or you think you might get a penalty – ‘going to ground’. Silly me, I thought we called that cheating.

OK, you’ve guessed it; I haven’t really forgotten the rules. It just drives me crazy the players don’t have to play to them anymore. You can’t blame FIFA though, can you? They’re doing their best to advance good sporting behaviour. I mean, whatever sneaky, devious, cheating methods players are allowed to get away with during the game, they’d bloomin’ well better make sure they shake hands before it.

I know what you youngsters are thinking; this old git’s living in the past. Football’s a much better standard these days and cloggers like Chopper Harris and Norman ‘bite yer legs’ Hunter (who?) can’t get away with it anymore. And you’re absolutely right. Good riddance to those players who took pride in trying to cripple the opposition. But it’s a great sadness to me that, after largely ridding our beautiful game of this thuggery, FIFA have allowed endemic cheating to replace it. Holding, shirt pulling, diving, feigning injury, time-wasting, abusing the referee, trying to get players sent off – the list is endless. And there is absolutely no need for it. FIFA could eradicate it by upholding the rules, by giving penalties for holding in the area, by consistently booking and sending off players who deliberately pull opponents back. By giving long bans to players who feign injury when video evidence proves they haven’t been touched. They would soon stop if they were losing an advantage, not gaining one.

The real sadness to me, though, is that if you don’t cheat in football these days, you’re never going to win anything. There is no coincidence in the fact that the higher the league the more cheating you see. You only have to watch Champions league matches. Wonderful skill but appalling deceit. And who were the biggest cheats last year? Well, the winners of course, Inter Milan.

Football is still a wonderful game but don’t you think it could be so much better if the game was more honest? As it stands, though, our beloved Wolves are going to have to learn all the tricks PDQ if they want to survive and progress at this level. One little example; there was some discussion on this blog recently, about why Jarvis didn’t get a penalty against Newcastle. I’ll tell you why. Because he got straight up again. Next time, Jarvo, do the right thing, cheat. Stay down and writhe in agony like the top players would. Probable result: penalty and two more vital points. Oh and if you do it really well you might even get the bugger sent off.

Perfect!

Dirty Dirty Wolves

Ssshhh, can you hear that?

Just close your eyes for a second, remain still and be completely silent.

You can probably just about make out the faintest din.

Yes. That’s it. You’ve got it.

Do you know what that is?

It’s the shrill, piercing echo of Fulham supporters squealing to passers-by from the towering heights of their soapbox about being roughhoused by gold-shirted yobbos.

McCarthy - claiming responsibility for the Craven Cottage attacks

Evidently, Wolves are a “disgrace to the Premier League” and must immediately be excluded from playing professional football and extradited to Guantanamo Bay for a medley of cruel and unusual punishments.

Mercifully, the well-informed British media that regularly tune in to observe the final 5 minutes of Match of the Day were on hand to pick up the baton and ensure these violent brutes are reprimanded appropriately.

Christophe Berra is to be hung from the gallows at sunrise for two life-threatening body-checks, Karl Henry beheaded for the repeat offence of cleanly winning possession of the football and Mick McCarthy, hung, drawn and quartered for the pre-meditated slaughter of the noble princes of Craven Cottage.

There was however controversy at the Supreme Court after they charitably spared the life of Michael Mancienne, choosing instead to amputate both of his arms for being the first ever professional footballer to cling to another player’s shirt.

Prime Minister David Cameron held an emergency 36-hour counsel with Hugh Grant, in which it was decided that a global war on ‘physical contact in the game of football’ must be waged in order to halt further atrocities.

Any player convicted of coming within 25 feet of a fellow professional on the field of play with the intention to prod, poke or approach at reckless speed is to be immediately taken down by strategically positioned snipers, hidden within the stands.

Similarly, any footballer deemed to be ‘putting a shift in’ will be dealt with using deadly force and a shoot-to-kill policy.

And lo, it was decreed, that from this day forward, September 11th will forever be associated with the Craven Cottage attacks.

Fulham supporters in mourning are encouraged to gather for a special midnight vigil outside Harrods, where flowers and messages of condolence can be left for the families effected by the trauma.

Prawn sandwiches will also be available for £18.50.