Well, I don’t agree with Marcelo Bielsa’s assessment that Leeds dominated the game.
They created chances and Bamford was unlucky to see his goal ruled out for offside, but Wolves had their say.
15 shots on goal, including Adama Traore’s rocket are proof of that.
The main problem for the boys in old gold was defending set-pieces and it was aggravating how many times the impressive Raphinha was able to pick out his teammates.
Had it not been for wastefulness and some smart reactions from Rui Patricio, things would certainly have gone differently.
But from open play, we created as much, if not more than Leeds.
Yes, Helder Costa fluffed his lines at the finish but that miss was no more guilt-edged than Nelson Semedo’s in the first half.
And in Pedro Neto we possessed the games most dangerous player. He forced one great save out Meslier and was a constant thorn in their side with trademark probing runs.
Adama didn’t get into the game as often as I would have liked but more than made up for that with the game’s decisive moment.
It’s a shame that it won’t be recognised as his goal or even his assist to put to bed one of the strangest statistics in Premier League football.
But it was superb play to turn his man, drive in field and unleash a strike that forced the sprawling dive.
Fantasy Football managers won’t count it, but he was the matchwinner as far as I’m concerned.
In a break from tradition, the first-half performance was probably stronger than the second with Wolves more content to sit and counter after the break, even before going ahead.
It was nice to see us more proactive and adapting our game to combat the unique challenge that Leeds possess.
Every game is different and it’s pleasing that Wolves, by hook, crook or plain good fortune are finding a way to come out on top.
They could yet turn a disappointing season into a good one.