We might boast world football’s most famous sprinter, but this is a team built for distance.
Robust, disciplined and when opportunity presents itself – deadly.
If anyone wondered whether Champions League football was a realistic aspiration, wonder no more.
Wolves aren’t going anywhere.
Tottenham’s lack of strikers has been well publicised and Raul Jimenez showed them exactly what they’re missing with a finish of devastating quality.
Jota made it of course with outrageous skill and dribbling, having already scored himself and played the role of architect for the first.
I’ve long suspected the difference between Wolves being a good side and a great one is Jota delivering the goods.
The prospect of brilliance is never far from the surface but until recently hasn’t come to the boil frequently enough.
It’s no surprise that serene progress in Europe and consecutive league wins coincide with a rapid injection of form from our number 18.
Doherty was similarly crucial with a goal and an assist to add to his own mind-boggling numbers from right wingback.
Some penalty area ping-pong and a fine Auerier strike either side of Doc’s goal threatened to take a relatively even contest away from us, but as is often the case, Wolves kept plenty in reserve.
Once Traore had finally had his say by muscling through some tackles and opening the door for Jota’s equaliser, there was always a sense another moment was coming.
And what a moment, seeing Jota slalom three quarters of the pitch and Jimenez deliver the killer blow.
It was a goal that belonged in Europe’s premier competition.
And if they continue to last the pace, it’s exactly where this team is going.