Humiliation can take many painful forms but none, I’m quite sure, are as excruciating as this.
I’m not just referring to the scoreline either.
That didn’t even flatter them.
In every possible way that one team can better another, they did so emphatically.
And of all the damning statistics in Albion’s favour on this grave occasion, 26 shots on goal is perhaps the one that appropriately underlines their dominance in a match that served to highlight the crippling deficiencies of this Wolves side.
Where do I start?
Above all else, our chronic inability to pass the ball inside the opposition’s half continues to upend our progress.
Aside from Fletcher’s juggling act and majestic finish to drag us level completely against the run of play, our tactics were as one-paced and predictable as they normally are.
In possession we have 2 routes to goal, namely:
1. Pass to Jarvis.
2. Go long and feed off scraps.
That approach, however well executed, will rarely get the job done at this level, as 5 wins in 25 matches will testify.
We need more craft, more variety, more guile.
You know, attributes that actually separate us from lower league sides.
Today’s teamsheet, whilst suggesting a refreshing, attack-minded approach, simply offered no cohesion.
It was lunacy.
Yes, that 11 brought home the bacon against 10-man QPR but surely we needed a cuter strategy in a local derby against a side with a full compliment of players on the pitch?
Obviously not, if your name is Mick McCarthy.
And that brings me to the inescapable fact, that above and beyond anything or anyone else, he is to blame.
He picks the team, he defines the strategy and he shapes the style of play.
The buck stops with him.
And his time is now up.
You simply cannot argue against it.
What frustrates me most about a man I have the utmost respect for, is that he patently does not learn from his mistakes.
Case in point, we were slaughtered in the first half today and only bailed out by a moment of brilliance.
Now surely any rational manager (or human being for that matter) would gratefully clasp this second chance and alter their tactics accordingly?
He did not and ultimately, every gold shirt inside Molineux paid the price.
Now he must do the same.
I’m of the opinion this group of players are capable of better; much better in fact based on today’s debacle.
Yet some still seem to question whether any manager could do better?
My response is simple:
Could anyone do worse?