‘Please go and buy a striker Fosun,’ implored ex-Wolves player Mel Eves, whose pained cry was coming over loud and clear on the radio airwaves.
Mel made the task sound so straightforward. Beauty, after all, is in the eye of the beholder. Had a pre-season purchase involved unfashionable matchwinner Glenn Murray, most of us would have grimaced. ‘Too slow,’ we’d complain. ‘Journeyman,’ we’d lament. ‘No better than what we have,’ others would bemoan.
But it was 35-year-old Murray who was the difference in this fixture that got away, who was in the right place at the right time to turn home Bruno’s mishit.
Having played with John Richards and Andy Gray for long enough, Eves is well placed to comment. Another primal shrill followed when a whipped corner from Cavaleiro was attacked by precisely nobody in the dying embers of the game.
For all of the plaudits heaped upon us since our Premier League return, it’s another game without a goal and a team sorely lacking a player with the natural instinct to get into the right place at the right time, like Murray the matchwinner.
Nine goals from 10 games – in a team that can hardly be called conservative – screams of a side lacking in that unfashionable number nine who Brighton will be toasting tonight. Apparently, yearning for such a player is missing the point these days anyway. But even if the purists are true, it would surely give us a Plan B that we appear to be lacking right now.
In a glaring juxta-position which won’t be picked up on MOTD, a delivery by Costa – moments after the deadlock had been broken – went to the exact same area where Murray was earlier loitering. No Wolves player within 5yds.
‘Oh for a Steve Bull in this side,’ added Eves, whose earlier British Bake Off analogy was pretty much spot on.
All the necessary ingredients are in place to produce an absolute showstopper, as witnessed by long sustained spells of pressure late in the second half featuring corners galore that Dunk and Duffy would have salivated over at the other end.
But the icing on the cake to really catch the attention is what we’re still desperately lacking. Twenty-five efforts (versus 7), 10 corners (versus 1) and 60% possession bears testament to this.
The home fans’ screams for the final whistle sounded deafening, which probably told Nuno all he needed to know. He saw the performance that he was calling for in the pre-match presser, making it a moral victory of sorts.
But such concepts don’t exist on MOTD where the only thing the experts will be reflecting on is ton-up goalscorer Murray.
He was worth his weight in gold.