Are you an optimist or a pessimist?
Those identifying as the former will rightly point to a second consecutive win in Europe and a favourable position in the group with only 3 games remaining, 2 of which are at home.
Anyone residing in the latter camp would just as fairly suggest that labouring to a narrow win over such limited opposition is nothing to write home about.
Of course, the truth is almost certainly somewhere in the middle.
This was a great result, especially given Bratislava had previously gone 34 unbeaten at home.
Being able to grind out wins away from home is a good standard to bear in any competition, let alone knockout football.
To do so regardless of the context in which the game is played is even more impressive.
Artificial pitches awaited us in Belfast and Armenia, raucous home crowds in Turin and Istanbul.
Tonight, courtesy of UEFA’s über-tough stance on racism, Nuno’s men were confronted by a Slovakian nursery.
But, despite the best efforts of the nause with the megaphone, they got the job done.
The way in which we did it is where the cause for pessimism lies.
Wolves were desperately flat in the first half and were caught out by their own gameplan for Bratislava’s opener.
There was nothing Patricio could have done with Šporar’s deflected opener, but the gap between defence and midfield was far too easy for the home side to exploit.
And it remained so for much of the opener, the team looking uncharacteristically ragged at the back once again.
Again reliant on Adama for fresh ideas, we picked up in the second and obviously benefitted from the opposition’s early 10-minute capitulation.
But Jota’s needless red card could have put it all in jeopardy, leaving us to fight for our lives with 5 minutes to go.
In the end it was job done and another famous European night to add to the record books.
But you get the sense that a more talented foe would have made us pay for our shortcomings.
Which I guess means there’s as much to learn as there is celebrate.