Reality is a question of perspective.
Four points from two, above Southampton and Everton and our European adventure to resume in Turkey on Thursday.
A first win of the season this might have been, but things aren’t so bad, are they?
It wasn’t necessarily a performance to salivate over, but as an idiosyncratic old manager used to say, we wipe our gobs and move on to the next one.
It’s easy to forget we’ve only lost two all season. And maybe, this will be the season where we accrue points from those sides in the bottom half, rather than ones in the top six? If the wins are amassed through other algorithms, then that’s fine with me.
This scalp owed itself to discipline without the ball as much as any finesse on it, with Doherty and Boly’s return to Molineux assuming particular significance. It was the former who stroked home to break the deadlock and cap a fine, flowing move which we just couldn’t replicate thereafter.
Neto, making his league debut, looked full of promise and Adama was typically menacing, this time further upfield with Raul leading the line.
Saiss was preferred to Bennett and over on the left, Jonny put in his most accomplished performance of the season, in typical unassuming air. The clean sheet bonus was just rewards for a job well done.
Might the naysayers still point to a 39% possession stat, two shots on target and a 2-5 corner count against a Watford side so brittle?
The side we love to hate were a pale imitation of the one that cantered to a 2-0 win of their own last season and looked ripe for the picking if we could only impose some quality.
It certainly wasn’t the prettiest, but I don’t imagine that Nuno will care.
Reality says we’re 13th.