Did we win it or did Arsenal lose it?
Who cares, right?
It’s been a horrible slog and this wasn’t necessarily a performance to suggest the good times are rolling again, but it’s a start.
You have to credit Wolves for forcing the mistakes and Moutinho scored a goal worthy of winning any game, but boy, oh boy, did we walk the tightrope.
Saka smashing the woodwork, a goal ruled out by VAR and several smart stops from Rui all before the boys in gold had woken up.
Then the inevitable goal, from a series of mistakes from the otherwise impressive Semedo culminating in Pepe twisting inside to score.
Hello darkness my old friend.
As open as we looked without the ball, we were equally hapless with it, relenting to the Arsenal press and surrendering possession.
The shape looked wrong, the defence unbalanced and the result inevitable.
I’d already looked away in despair for the half-time whistle, only to see Podence running clear and teeing up Willian Jose for the games critical moment.
The second half felt like a litmus test for a team that struggle to score in any circumstance, so Joao picked the ideal time to produce some long overdue magic.
To their credit the lads managed the game just as well against 10 as they did with 9. The third goal would have allowed us all to exhale, but aside from one iffy moment they saw it out well.
With confidence and quality all too often in short supply, desire was the key attribute and I felt Boly, Semedo, Neto and Willian Jose all came to the fore in that respect.
The latter looks like exactly what we’ve been missing in attack – a focal point. He can come short and link the play, hold the ball up and run in behind. It makes a huge difference, even when we’re not playing well and just trying to hang on.
He’s a building block, just like this result.
Please do that Wolves – build.