Life in 2020 has been a year of firsts for many, and I’m no exception.
This is the first time I’ve watched a Wolves home game with a bottle of white wine in tow.
It was a nice tipple but, like all of you, I’d much rather be at Molineux.
Nuno is right when he says there’s no home advantage while lockdown conditions remain in place.
In this strangest of seasons, anything can happen.
That being said, there was nothing too unfamiliar about a first half in which Wolves huffed and puffed but ultimately failed to break down a pretty desperate Newcastle side.
Though a marked improvement on the first 45 against Leeds, it was frustrating that we couldn’t find an opener sooner than we did.
There were signs of the new style that Nuno has been so keen to impose, with our fluid front three clearly giving the Magpie’s rearguard a headache.
But we just didn’t work Karl Darlow enough to make our dominance count.
The second half wasn’t much better.
Raul’s wonder strike aside, we just weren’t daring enough.
Murphy’s strike should have been a consolation, a rare slight from a keeper that is seldom at fault.
Instead, it’s an error that has ultimately cost us a deserved three points.
It’s not the end of the world, but nonetheless it feels like two points dropped rather than a point gained.
However, six games in and seventh place is a huge improvement on last season’s start so perhaps we shouldn’t grumble too much.