You’d have to be a gloomy forecaster to have predicted that outcome at half-time.
Wolves made an in-form Liverpool look ordinary in the first half, with Neto and new signing Jean-Ricner Bellegarde proving a handful for the visitor’s makeshift defence.
It was the former who created the opening goal all on his own, before handing the otherwise impressive Cunha a gilt-edged chance to make it two.
When the Brazilian somehow conspired to miss, a buoyant Molineux was left hoping it wouldn’t come back to bite us on the backside.
Alas, it did, with the old gold continuing the trend of missing chances and then falling apart the minute they come under any sustained pressure.
Granted, Jurgen Klopp had the luxury of being able to sub in two players with a combined market value of more than £120m, but the drastic drop in our levels was unacceptable.
We showed none of the intensity or positivity that made the opening 45 so entertaining, retreating into our own half and squandering any possession that came our way.
O’Neil’s substitutions didn’t help matters either, with Silva churning out the sort of anonymous showing that we’ve sadly come to expect from him.
Surely Kalajdži? should have featured?
The less said about Sa’s exploits for Liverpool’s second the better. His world-class save at Everton aside, the Portuguese is becoming a liability. Bentley must fancy his chances of dislodging him from the eleven.
Although these aren’t the sort of fixtures that will determine the trajectory of our season, we are going to have to smarten up if we’re to keep away from trouble.
At this level, you cannot expect to be as profligate as we are and not be punished for it.
The trip to Luton already feels vital.