At half time there was a familiar and unpleasant smell you’re sometimes exposed to at a football match wafting over us.
As the inevitable finger-pointing began the chap next to me observed ‘it was the Arsenal defence every time Jota got the ball.’
Yes, the song might instruct the team to get the ball to Raul but we all know they’re better off delivering it to our number 18.
Every time the little magician has it and begins driving forward good things happen.
Case in point the first goal, running from deep and releasing Jonny for the foul that allowed Ruben to do what comes naturally.
Case in point the second goal, attacking their defence and forcing the keeper into a save that won the well-worked corner for Doherty to profit.
And most tellingly, case in point the third goal, intercepting a loose ball and waltzing through a static Arsenal defence to finish the contest.
A devastating exhibition from a player who was almost written off after a slow start to the season but on current form must be one of the most potent attacking weapons in the Premier League.
This performance and others over the last four months won’t go unnoticed and retaining his services is crucial for the continued development of an already impressive side.
Another shining light was Jonny who recovered from a sluggish outing against Brighton to register one of his best performances in a gold shirt.
The Spaniard isn’t great at getting on the overlap but when he’s able to run inside it really opens up the game. He had a hand in two of the goals and laid on other chances while defending solidly throughout.
Dendoncker (quietly effective at both ends), Bennett (typically efficient, one crucial block and two incredible passes) and Neves (best game in a while and superb free-kick) were also worthy of praise on an evening that Wolves laid to rest the ghost of Wembley.
One player who has yet to recover is Jimenez who was again poor by his lofty standards and looks ready for the summer break.
His dip in form and a sloppy concession from a corner were the only sticking points in an otherwise fabulous evening at fortress Molineux, which was again filled with the more pleasant whiff of optimism.
Bring on Watford.