Seeing Kevin Doyle in a Wolves shirt seems to have changed my whole outlook on life, and with a glut of signings following the Irishman, things just get better and better.
My darling Irish wife thinks my upturn in mood is exclusively down to a flourishing marriage and little Wolves dribbler.
She certainly has a point. My mojo is well and truly back, but I don’t want to burst our blissful balloon by attributing my lusty haze to another beauty from the Emerald Isle.
Sod lying back and thinking of England. I’m spread eagled on the bed thinking of ‘Super Kev’ in an Old Gold shirt. I’d like to say I have imagined him scoring 15 so far (all at the South Bank end) but it is usually all over well before then.
A real passion killer would be the sight of him getting crocked, which really would be a cold shower moment for all us fans. The thought seems to loiter in the dark recesses of my mind. Oops. I have gone all miserable again.
Back to a positive thought…What music is going to play on the Molineux PA system when Doyle hits the onion bag? Or Ronald Zubar? How about Abba’s ‘Zubar Trouper?!’ Hmm, maybe not.
The Premier additions have got me thinking about the last Wolves signings to get me so excited. I can only liken the Doyle experience to the time Graham Taylor captured John de Wolf.
The mere mention of his name still makes me smile, and some of his performances will live long in the memory (Port Vale away anyone?). Shame he got crippled and lost any pace he ever had.
I was excited at the prospect of Steve Corica bizarrely, probably because Mark McGhee said he was better than Kinkladze, or words to that effect. I think history tells us he got that one slightly wrong.
Other feel good moments were when Graham Turner was given some of Sir Jack’s money to spend. Kevin Keen, David Kelly and Geoff Thomas had me dreaming of an automatic promotion, but it didn’t work out quite that way.
Right then, off to watch the Sky Sports ‘breaking news’ ticker bar. It’s about time Richard Dunne signed!