How are the nerves?
Wolves, as we so often do, did it the hard way.
Olympiakos’ stand-in keeper may have gifted us the opener, but this was anything but plain sailing.
I’m sure that most of you were thinking we’d stepped into the Twilight Zone when VAR intervened on our behalf and denied the visitor’s a deserved equaliser.
Though the incident did little to abate my frustration with the current incarnation of the system, it was pleasant to fleetingly experience the good fortune usually reserved for the Premier League’s beloved Big Six.
But after that, we were relying on our own defensive excellence to get us through the tie.
It wasn’t a particularly pleasant evening for Doherty or Vinagre, but their three counterparts in the heart of our defence did a wonderful job of keeping the Greeks at bay.
Not to mention Rui Patricio, who arguably turned in his best performance in old gold (or lime green to be precise).
The Portuguese stopper had to come to the rescue on more than one occasion, repelling a number of clear-cut chances with the sort of airborne agility usually reserved for Clark Kent’s alter ego.
And let’s not forget Raul Jimenez, who turned in yet another tireless performance up top.
Regardless of how the result was achieved, we’re in the last 8 of the Europa League.
Just let that sink in for a minute.
Four years ago, under the not-so-wily management of Walter Zenga, we were contesting a 2-2 draw with Rotherham.
And now, after three wonderful years of unforeseen progress, we’re two games from our first European final in 48 years.
Can we go all the way? It’s certainly a tough route to the final, starting on Tuesday against serial competition winners Sevilla.
But, as Nuno put it so beautifully, dreaming is for free.