This game had me thinking about A Christmas Carol.
In the first half we were given a tantalising glimpse into the future and what this team might become under Julen Lopetegui.
High pressing, winning the ball back in great areas and using that disruption to create clear chances to score.
After Lemina won it and Cunha blasted it into the corner Wolves were purring and probably should have had a second. Leicester were all over the shop and the home crowd was quieter than Tiny Tim.
Instead we over committed and got Scrooged on the counter, with Sa inexplicably digging into Vardy’s ankle having done the hard part in driving him wide of goal.
From there we were simply haunted by the mistakes of the past.
Off came Mario and with Ruben and Moutinho restored to the engine room we were back to knocking it side to side, more in hope than expectation of creating a chance.
It was a well crafted winner for Leicester but another familiar failure in not dealing with a cut back. Everyone was sucked in and nobody tracked Castagne.
There was little hope of recovery because they defended deep and the personnel on the pitch have shown time and again they can’t break down opponents sitting in a low block.
Our best chances came via long distance pot shots from the skipper, which is the same old yarn we’ve been spinning for years now.
The positive is that this game reinforced the idea that where we’re going is infinitely better than where we’ve been in the last year.
In the present, we still need a couple of points to turn that dream into reality and ease the fear of our untimely demise.
If we commit to the brighter future and don’t slip back into the errors of the past – I’m confident we’ll get them.