It’s the 4th January 2011 and Everton travel to the Molineux Stadium. They’re probably a bit cross with Wolverhampton, seeing as we beat them 1-0 the last time. Still, it’s a home match and everyone seems up for it. Shouldn’t be too hard to get some sort of oh-no-wait-I-forgot-we’re-Wolverhampton.
Still, 70 miles away Firefly has suffered a defeat to Liverpool. Being the sort of sporting chap I am, I decide to give him a phone call to console him.
“Hey Firefly?”
“What is it, Kan?”
“Remember when Wolverhampton travelled to Liverpool and held them to a draw the other month?”
-dial tone-
“Hmm, I suppose he does.”
Next up is Norwich for the FA Cup. Firefly responds to my earlier phonecall with some light-hearted ribbing that Wolves are going to struggle, and I laugh along with him, trying to hide how close I am to breaking down in tears. We’re not exactly performing that well at the moment - Championship team or not, Norwich is going to be a tough game.
Except it isn’t. Not after the first twenty minutes anyway, at which point Stephen Hunt sends in a perfect cross for Pires to get his head to. After that everything goes beautifully, and Wolverhampton get another two goals in while Norwich barely threaten us. This is what the Championship teams are made of? No wonder Wolverhampton got promoted a couple of years back.
And then Newcastle beat us 2-1 and I’m reminded we could be back in the Championship League next season…
Still, if I’m going down then there’s one man I’m can drag down with me! Super ‘ Subi’ BeaverInc GrouchoMarxist Rufus Terrible Firefly. At least that’s what I assume the ‘T’ stands for. Let’s see what he’s been spending that £4 million on. Wolverhampton versus West Bromwich Albion. Round Two.
It quickly becomes apparent, as the West Brom players are forced back into their own half, just what he has been spending the money on - the referee! Thuggery. Clear and blatant thuggery as his “team” of hooligans bring down my brave and stalwart players. Just look at this!
That man is attempting to trip my player! That could have been a metatarsal crisis right there! But it’s worse, as we see what else Firefly has been spending his money on:
MARTIAL-ART LESSONS! With a quick horizontal slice that West Brom
thug smashes his hand into the unsuspecting Wolverhampton players stomach. Doctor says he might not be able to eat his half-time oranges ever again!
We soldier on, however, and the team performs admirably. West Brom are rarely allowed near our goal, whereas we are allowed nearly two-dozen shots on their goal. Nearly all are off-target but, hey, we’re Wolverhampton, since when do we shoot straight?
I don’t suppose I could have expected more - we’re still useless in front of goal, but our defence holds. Look at all those fouls by West Brom though! Ignore the 14 we apparently caused - remember that the referee is on Firefly’s payroll.
Still, that one point pulls us out of the relegation pit, but it's a precarious position we're in.