Forget the Hand of God, this was the ‘Moment of Boly’.
‘In the end we were happy. I think the boys worked very hard. Through all the game we were competitive, believing until the end and we got this moment of Boly that gave us a good victory‘.
Nuno’s ethereal words neatly summarised a forgettable game, a spectacular result and one hell of a centre-half.
What else is there to say?
‘Competitive’ is definitely one way to describe the action. ‘Turgid’ would be another against – let’s be honest – a very ordinary Besiktas side.
Wolves were just as naff and one-paced up until the last 10 minutes, but who cares?
In the context of the full 90, it feels like the perfect away performance, grinding down weary opposition and striking when belief begins to wane.
We won it twice in truth, as the other goal would have stood had VAR been operational.
But it was fitting that Willy and his twinkle toes stole the glory to cap another man mountain performance.
In the air or on the deck, he is head and shoulders above most of the defenders I’ve seen. And now, in his peak years, he plays for Wolves.
Drink it in and savour of every moment because Willy Boly’s don’t come along very often.
A word of praise for his deputies. With Coady’s timely interventions and Saiss bodyslamming every player in sight, a hostile home crowd were given next to nothing to feast on.
This type of solid defensive outing is rarely lauded unless you get the moment at the opposite end, but the value of a second consecutive clean sheet should not be overlooked.
We’ll all continue to complain about fixture congestion and tired legs but even the harshest sceptic would have to admit these away wins in Europe have a magical, otherworldly quality that it’s tough to replicate domestically.
Slovakia here we come.