I’d begun to forget what it’s like to be annoyed after a Wolves game.
The aching sense of disappointment that follows such a listless performance is something we’ve not experienced on too many occasions over the last three years.
For that reason, we can of course forgive Nuno’s charges for having an off day.
They have been excellent this season, as well all know.
And credit to Arsenal and Mikel Arteta, who arrived with a game plan and executed it meticulously.
That being said, it’d be wrong to ignore the clear and obvious failings that were on show this afternoon.
This was probably our worst performance since the early season shellacking at the hands of Chelsea.
Wolves were uncharacteristically meek in their approach, failing to turn up in the first half and scarcely improving in the second.
Once the Gunners had got to grips with Matt Doherty’s questionable Rory Delap impersonation, they didn’t need to do much to keep us at bay.
With Adama and Raul both off the pace, there wasn’t much attacking impetus on show.
And though we huffed and puffed at the beginning of the second half, you never really got the feeling that we were going to turn the game on its head.
With Lacazette’s smart finish ending our hopes of a turnaround, attention turns to a crucial trip to Bramall Lane.
We tend to respond well to a setback, so let’s hope we’re celebrating again before Wednesday’s out.