En route to Manchester, conversation turned to our first Wolves games.
Most of my company’s gold and black odyssey started in the heady days of Derek Dougan, Kenny Hibbitt et al.
My own? A dreary home defeat to Coventry City in 2004.
From whichever generation you hail, we’ve all had our fair share of highs and lows following the Wanderers.
Which makes days like today all the sweeter.
What a performance, what a result.
You’d have got decent odds on us being the first side to stop City scoring at the Etihad in 2019.
But, thanks to Nuno’s meticulous game-plan, that’s exactly what we did.
Of course, any scheme needs able practitioners and every single player put in a monumental shift to get us over the line.
Rui Patricio was a titan in goal, repelling every effort the home side could muster.
The defence was colossal, despite Saiss’ early withdrawal.
Our midfield covered every blade of grass, so often a thankless task against City’s band of technicians.
And up front, Raul and Cutrone were a constant menace.
The former was especially excellent, no more so than when he was paired with our match-winner early in the second half.
It seems as if the mystery of Adama has finally been solved.
Headless chicken? Quite the contrary.
We have a bonafide match-winner on our hands in the form of the buccaneering Spaniard.
Today was his finest moment in a Wolves shirt, taking both goals with aplomb.
When the ball hit the back of the net for a second time, you’d have been forgiven for thinking you’d died and gone to heaven.
It was the sort of moment we all dream about as fans, and one we’ll talk about on the way to many more away days.