Golf fans will know there’s one certainty on day three of the Ryder Cup.
If Team USA are in the sand, that yankee will be chipping to within a few feet of the pin or straight in the hole.
You tell yourself it won’t happen, but the same outcome repeats itself again and again.
Derby must have had a similar sense of foreboding last night as Ruben Neves pulled out the driver.
If there was any doubt it would end up anywhere but the top corner, it dissipated in the instant it left his magical right foot.
This was a strike to define a season from a player who has just got better and better and better the longer he’s been out on the links.
That’s the reason he got my vote for Player of the Season.
I suspect Conor Coady will win the gong and if he does, it’s richly deserved, but for me, it belongs to our record signing.
Wolves are not a one man team but Neves is the most vital cog in the machine.
Married to that idea is the sheer weight of expectation he’s had to shoulder. As the league’s most expensive player it was very much a case of ‘be brilliant or be ripped apart’. There would never have been a middle ground.
The manner in which he played his way into this campaign and over the course of 40 odd games has gone on to completely dominate shows his maturity, his quality and, as illustrated by that trademark celebration, his sheer intelligence.
Truth be told, Derby with their deep-lying, one-paced midfield weren’t exactly well equipped to get near our star man.
They couldn’t even get near to Willy Boly as he executed his own inch perfect chip to present Diogo Jota the opener.
And after that early concession they barely threatened.
Gary Rowett was complimentary about the opposition afterwards but as brilliant as Wolves were, his side were dire.
We might not even need another point to secure promotion but with four games still left, reaching a century looks par for the course.