There was a time, not so long ago in fact, that practically every victory played out like this one.
Buttocks clenched tight as crosses rain down in the final moments, stray passes being intercepted in dangerous areas of the pitch and a goalkeeper with sudden onset butter fingers.
We’ve been spoilt this season with Premier League quality, but that second half was real Championship fare.
By the finish QPR can count themselves unlucky not to have taken a point.
Ruddy for all his juggling, produced one fine save to keep his team ahead and Conor Coady performed his trademark goal line heroics as Wolves hobbled over the line.
A thrilling climax that never should have materialised after a first half in which the league leaders established clear water.
Two well worked goals, a hatful of chances wasted and barely out of second gear. Things have never felt easier.
Maybe that was the problem?
But if complacency contributed, Ian Holloway must take credit for whatever he said and did at half time.
Big Matt Smith came on and won everything, they pressed higher and harder and once the door creaked open, they were hammering to get through.
Nuno will be disappointed by the goal conceded. Nobody was switched on for the short corner and after Ruddy clawed out the first attempt, his defence were second to the rebound.
After that it was real helter-skelter stuff with hooped shirts swarming all over the pitch and cross after cross after long throw after cross had to be repelled.
The whole side looked unusually ruffled but credit to Boly, Coady and in particular Bennett who stood up strong to the bombardment.
Midfield was where this game turned. Once we’d stopped controlling possession, it gave QPR a foothold to launch diagonal balls forward.
Saiss would have been the man to bring on, but with the Moroccan still absent it fell on Gibbs-White to help plug the gaps. He’s a talented technician but wasn’t the answer to the problem.
Wolves were still, as always, dangerous on the break and could have got the resistance killing goal had Afobe or Jota found the finish.
But it mattered not, ultimately, with the 70 point barrier now in the rear view mirror.
It’s all still firmly in our hands and nerves, thankfully, are for days gone by.