I’ve seen worse Wolves cock-ups.
To chuck the game away with three minutes to go is chastening, but ultimately, our patched-up and below-par side were simply bested by a hungrier opponent.

The team sheet suggested danger. If the starting eleven couldn’t get it done, there wasn’t much on the bench to win us the game.
The reasons for that are a debate for another day, and another chapter in Fosun’s complicated legacy as club custodians.
Still, you don’t have to be an expert to know that either Fabio Silva or Sasa Kalajdzic would have posed more of a threat to Coventry’s defence than the fledgling Nathan Fraser.
With our young forward struggling and only Ait-Nouri offering a genuine attacking outlet, the Sky Blues smelled blood and would have been out of sight long before we mustered a comeback were it not for Sa’s heroics in goal.
I’ve been a vocal critic of our goalkeeper for a while now, but I couldn’t fault him today. He spared the blushes of his hapless defence on more than one occasion and didn’t deserve to be on the losing side.
Credit to the lads for mustering yet another comeback. Given that we were the poorer side, it’d have been one for the ages if we’d have seen it through.
Molineux was momentarily rocking when Hugo rifled in our second, with a carnival atmosphere in the air and Wembley beckoning.
But it was a bridge too far for O’Neil’s army, whose barmy defending helped turn the result on its head for a second time in favour of the Sky Blues.
The loss will sting for a while and we can only spend the new two weeks reflecting on what might have been if Cunha, Dawson, Hwang, and Neto had been available.










