Since April 3, Wolves have scored four Premier League goals at Molineux, compared to Manchester City’s eight.
In other words, as soon as Jack Grealish bundled in the opener before we’d finished contemplating Queen Elizabeth II’s reign, the game was done and dusted.
Thoughts now turn to King Charles III’s tenure, and how many weeks into it before we see another goal again. With this front-three in particular, I wouldn’t bet against it being Christmas.
Ok, so Nathan Collins will rightly receive the wrath of many for a braindead challenge on the City player we like to hate most, but in truth we’d been playing with 10 men up until that point anyway, as the hopeless Pedro Neto was being carried for another week, as he keeps up his woeful impersonation of his former self.
Unfashionable as it is to say this no doubt, but if Adama Traore was pulling the stunts – or lack of – that Neto has all season, he’d have been hounded out the starting XI by the baying masses long before now. Alongside Neto, Podence still does nothing to disprove that he’s a quirky, novelty player, while Guedes looks like the pair of them put together…
…All fur coat and no knickers.
Opting for one luxury player against arguably the best team in the western world right now is asking for trouble, but three across the front line is only going to end one way, as it has every game bar Leeds, Newcastle and Southampton…
…Goalless, clueless and quite honestly, hopeless.
And more proof, were it needed, that without Man City’s 2019 tormentor in the team we look infinitely less likely to score than we do when he’s out injured, as he was today in a big blow before kick off.
While many fans are claiming this squad to be the most talented in their lifetime (with a fair degree of validity), I’d wager that it’s also the most toothless side that I’ve seen in the final third, give or take those Le Fondre days of woe. So whilst defeats like this one against Man City are never going to define our season, the shocking ‘goals for’ column is, as is a meagre 6 points from 7 games and a potential drop to the Premier League relegation zone by the time those below have played their game in hand.
The two claims must be mutually exclusive, as it’s inconceivable that this vaunted squad we’re all so quick to laud can be so pathetic when approaching an opposition penalty box? Even in the dying embers of this fixture with the game done and dusted, we refused to load any players in the box. I.E We were (in)actively looking not to score, which can only be an instruction from the coach.
A churlish definition? Perhaps, but players are literally refusing to shoot at goal or even make a run into the box to receive the ball to shoot in the first place. It is beyond maddening now and one paltry shot today was another damning indictment, irrespective of the opposition or the fact we had a man less for an hour when playing them.
That we kept the score down to three with 10 men was a minor moral victory to cling on to, while Boubacar Traore gave a promising cameo off the bench late on.
Yet despite the glaringly obvious, we did play some good stuff in spells, as typified in the 15mins between City’s two goals, while some of the play after we went a man down was pleasant enough, albeit lacking in any sort of cutting edge that would get you off your seat. Only Her Majesty did that in the 70th minute, in a doubly sobering moment.
But before I join the growing cat-calls towards Bruno, I’ll keep my powder dry for now as I sense (without any evidence, granted!) that he is aware of our side’s glaring deficiency and needs longer to put it right.
Signing Boubacar Traore and Diego Costa would suggest this to be the case, with the former here to drive us up the pitch and the latter given the diktat to cause mayhem in the box.
Firing blanks thereafter will be a sackable offence though, irrespective of who we’re up against.