It’s been said that revenge is a dish best served cold.
But there was nothing frosty about Wolves’ performance today, as they banished those anguished memories of Wembley in some style.
The result was unfamiliar, given our prior failings against the Hornets, but its architects certainly weren’t.
Raul and Jota’s double act has arguably been the highlight of this magical season, and they weaved their magic once again to decide this well-contested fixture.
For the former, it must have been so sweet.
Mocked by Watford’s fans and ungracious captain after his mask celebration, he once again showed his class today with a well-taken strike.
Interestingly enough, his partner and family were sat just a few seats down from me.
It was a delight to see the look on her face as she watched the away end sing her beau’s name with such gusto.
Sandwiched in between that goal and the winner was an entirely preventable Watford equaliser.
Ryan Bennett marred an otherwise solid performance with an uncharacteristic error which local boy Andre Gary capitalised on.
Credit to Watford, they’re a very good side and had plenty of the ball over the course of the game.
But Wolves seemed more street smart this afternoon, and the home side ultimately did little to test Rui Patricio.
What the opposition has in talent, they lack in grace and it was just deserts for the gloating Ben Foster when man of the moment Diogo Jota tucked the ball past him.
With goalkeeping befitting of a car lot air dancer, the ex-Albion man failed to claim Ruben Neves’ ingenious cross and a perfect away day was sealed.
Wolves should have had more, the referee somehow failing to award a penalty after a horrendous tackle on Jota.
It mattered little though, with the win and possibly a European place sealed.
Just typing that feels surreal, in just two seasons Nuno has taken us from Championship also-rans to one of the Premier League’s top sides.
Where we go from here is anyone’s guess, but like all of you, I’m looking forward to the ride.