They’ve been shoved, kicked and assaulted.
They’ve been accused of cheating while the great injustices have continually been at their expense.
They’ve been told they’ll freeze in the winter and fold down the home straight.
They’ve been condemned for over celebrating while the opposition leap around at the merest hint of success.
They’ve been challenged, doubted, expected, disrespected and let’s be honest, downright cheated at times.
Yet still, still they produce when it truly matters.
There can be no debating that Wolves have benefited from their unique situation off the field, but on it, they’ve continually been fighting the odds.
This was 96 minutes to crystallize an entire season with all of the above neatly and predictably checked off the list as promotion moved another giant step closer.
The referee will steal the headlines for losing the plot as he ultimately shaped the narrative of the game.
Disregarding the expected heavy treatment Wolves received in the first half when greater action should have been taken, Stuart Atwell made vaguely logical decisions up until the moment Helder Costa was upended on route to goal.
Was it a deliberate trip from George Friend? Perhaps not. But it’s a foul and a straight red all the same. Nobody would have bothered disputing.
And if he gets the game’s pivotal decision correct, all that followed is avoided.
Yes, Wolves should have dealt with that injustice better and several late tackles were correctly punished with yellow in the immediate aftermath.
But the phantom card for Neves and the suggested elbow from Doherty turned theatre into pantomime and it didn’t need to be that way.
The man in the middle simply did nothing to calm the situation which is exactly what any good official would have done.
Had Boro got the equaliser their meagre efforts against nine men barely warranted the sense of injustice would have been intolerable.
Mercifully, with a two goal head start and the best defender the Championship may have ever seen in Willy Boly, not even that considerable handicap could deny the league leaders.
A well worked opener, the notable feather in the cap of a set piece goal against a Tony Pulis side, and that defiant rearguard action all bore the hallmarks of champions.
Should that come to fruition, nobody can say it isn’t richly deserved.