It’s been a while since we’ve had to familiarise ourselves with the bottom of the league table.
Alas, with mismanagement and a lack of football nous within Wolves’ inner sanctum beginning to take root, we are where we are on merit.
Tonight’s performance was much improved against this season’s standout side (thus far), but the result was the same.
Toothless in attack and porous at the back isn’t quite as jolly a jingle as the original ‘Nuno had a dream’ lyrics, and yet it’s a fitting summation of our squad in its current state.
The long overdue return to five at the back meant we were a tougher nut for Arsenal to crack and did enough to suggest that a step backwards might be necessary to alter our immediate fortune.
Credit must go to Toti, who once again proved himself to be a more than dependable stand-in. He can certainly count himself unlucky to be hooked in the second half when his altogether more hapless counterparts remained in place.
Also bringing positivity to this evening’s proceedings were Hugo Bueno and Boubacar Traore, both of whom remained busy while some of their more expensive teammates (such as the laughably lethargic Guedes) did the exact opposite.
In fairness to Guedes, he was our most likely route to goal all evening and arguably should have been awarded a penalty in the first-half.
But, when you’re fighting for your life at the foot of the table, you cannot afford any passengers. And his total lack of a work ethic suggests that, in our current predicament, that is all he’ll ever be for us.
That being said, he was far from the most hapless Portuguese donning old gold tonight. That honour would once again go to Nelson Semedo who, despite the bizarre adoration bestowed upon him by corners of the Wolves Twitterati, continues to prove himself to be a total defensive liability.
There can be no denying that he and Collins are a major issue for us at the moment, such was the ease with which the Gunners carved open our right-hand side in the build-up to their first goal.
The decisive second wasn’t any easier on the eye, with our once watertight defence again showing itself up to be a porous imitation of its former self.
Incoming manager Julen Lopetegui will now know the size of the task on his hands when he begins work on Monday, with his stony grimace at full-time suggesting that he might be imploring his new paymasters to open their wallets come January.
His arrival certainly gives us hope, but it’s going to take a stark improvement on current proceedings to get us out of this pickle.