Other than Jose Sa and a reasonably well organised defensive showing for the first 73 minutes, there wasn’t much else to extract from this performance.
A stinker would be the nice way of putting it.
Another would be a damning indictment of the chronic deficiencies that we’ve failed to address in over three years of decline.
Unlike the swashbuckling display that saw us robbed of a famous victory in the FA Cup on our last visit to Anfield, this was a passive, feeble attempt to disrupt a stuttering Liverpool side.
Too many in this Wolves team don’t grasp the nettle about the requirement to run and hassle and win all of those duels that open the game up and allow you to create.
Nunes and Sarabia were two prime culprits tonight, jogging around and waiting for the game to come to them. And when it did, they invariably slipped over or were eased off the ball. It was infuriating to watch.
I’m not surprised the latter was hooked at half time. Anything less would have been a dereliction of duty by the head coach.
Lopetegui himself probably has to take some of the heat for a negative team selection that let their creaking defence off the hook. We didn’t even engage them.
With each passing game I can see why Lemina and Dawson were considered such key additions in January. They were the two players who covered the ground and consistently did what was required.
But with Raul isolated and lightweight in attack and those around him shying away from confrontation, there was no way to establish any sort of rhythm.
This team badly needs attacking players you can hang your hat on, in the image of those combative individuals we have in deeper areas of the pitch.
There’s no shortage of technical quality from Jimenez, Sarabia, Podence, Nunes and co. But they can only perform when things are running their way and the game feels comfortable.
It’s an issue we must address in the summer if we’re fortunate enough to survive.
Based on tonight, we’ll certainly need some luck.