Like many of you doubtlessly were, I was seething at full time.
I imagine the subject of most attendees’ ire will be at referee James Linington and fourth official Andy Woolmer for their timekeeping, but in truth neither can be accused of influencing this result.
Sure, the former was a little on the whistle happy side but when two teams move the ball with the sort of pace that Wolves and Norwich do, fouls will always be conceded.
Unlike many of those sat around me in the North Bank, I didn’t really begrudge any of the decisions that went the way of the visitors.
On tonight’s evidence, Daniel Farke is building a very decent side that should contend for promotion next year.
Their chances will of course hinder on whether they keep James Maddison, who is without doubt the best opposition player I’ve seen play live this season.
I thought he was tremendous this evening, and will be keeping my fingers crossed that the rumours of our interest in signing him are true.
But that’s enough about Norwich. The real reason we slipped up tonight, a potentially unpopular opinion though it may be, is because Nuno got his substitutions horribly (and uncharacteristically) wrong.
In the first half, Costa and Cavaleiro were enjoying the freedom of Molineux against the Canaries’ full backs.
Both were instrumental in creating the space needed to craft the opener, with their direct running also contributing to the healthy tally of dead ball situations we racked up in the early throes of the game.
The second goal was conjured from one of those exact situations, Douglas again delivering the goods and allowing N’Diaye to net his second goal in three games.
Our dreams of a Molineux rout to match the recent Sheffield United game were dashed, however, by a quick Norwich response served up by Maddison and scored by the imposing Christoph Zimmermann.
This led to a typically nervy end to the first half, though few would be fearing a second half quite as arduous as the one we were made to endure.
Costa’s removal at the break was seemingly down to a knock sustained during the first 45, one which had admittedly slowed him down.
But the decision to hook Cavaleiro – arguably our best player as of late – when Norwich were in the ascendancy was baffling.
I’m not going to dig Benik Afobe out too much given he is still in the early throes of his feted Molineux return, but his signing looks a gesture of pure romanticism at present.
Contributing precisely nothing to our performance, he was more a hinderance tonight than anything else.
Let’s hope we’ll be able to put this down to stage fright in the near future, but Leo Bonatini and Rafa Mir must be feeling slighted whilst twiddling their thumbs.
The lack of width caused by Costa and Cavaleiro’s removal left the opposition with plenty of space to play with and, though few shots on goal were resultantly mustered, an equaliser began to feel more and more of an inevitability as the game dragged on due to their possessional dominance.
After Morgan Gibbs-White, mightily impressive once again, spurned a great chance to put the game to bed it felt as if the ink had dried on a grisly script and, sure enough, the scores were level at the death thanks to Nelson Oliviera’s speculative piledriver.
With Cardiff increasingly breathing down our necks, things are about as close to squeaky bum time as they’ve been all campaign.
Alas, we’ve done enough so far to suggest that there’s no cause for anything other than slight concern. Saturday’s game against a flying Fulham side will no doubt prove difficult, but we’ve said that before plenty of big games this season and come out smiling.
Let’s hope we do again.