All Premier League victories are sweet but this was an all inclusive golden ticket day out at the chocolate factory.
And not just because it was Villa. But partly because it was Villa.
More satisfying for me though was just seeing the team deliver in those clutch moments.
Clawing back that deficit is a fair old mountain to climb for any team, but for our goal shy team of nearly men it seemed like Everest.
But climb it they did, pinning Villa back and somehow playing through them when they had every single player defending their own 18 yard box.
Neves, Podence and Traore all did some excellent work to engineer angled balls through the gaps and in a pleasant change of pace, our battering rams forced it home.
First it was Saiss and then Kilman, Dendoncker and finally Coady drawing us level through sheer force of will.
And then with both teams still throwing punches, it was Wolves who found the glory moment.
Traore extracted that final drop of petrol in the tank to win the free kick and a stuffy deflection only cancelled out their stuffy deflection for McGinn’s goal. No complaints please.
Even before Danny Ings opened the scoring, it had been an absorbing contest in which both sides had their say.
For Wolves, Traore would have had a Goals of the Season contender had he been able to finish his dinner and Hwang saw a very presentable opening blocked by Mings in what was a poor afternoon for the South Korean.
Villa perhaps had the greater cohesion but that’s not entirely surprising given Bruno’s experimental team selection.
I suspect had we not performed the late miracle he would have been getting some serious pelters for playing Dendoncker in an advanced position and leaving plenty of attacking talent on the sidelines.
As it is, everything came together but I wouldn’t want to see Raul sitting it out too often in future as we’re not cute enough to operate without someone leading the line.
Today is not for questions though – just sit down, grab a fork and savour every delicious moment.