One win and suddenly the world feels a much nicer place. I think I even saw my first daffodil of spring yesterday!
All those missed penalty shouts, the myriad bad refereeing decisions and the rub of the green that just wouldn’t rub, all the karma that Wolves have banked over the season, was finally paid back at Turf Moor.
It was dreadfully poor game and one that Wolves probably didn’t really deserve to win, but inspired by brilliant performances by Doyle up front and Hahnemann between the sticks, we again left one of our lucky grounds with all three points.
Brian Jensen was lucky to stay on the pitch when he nutted Doyle in the midriff, but his yellow card would cost him dear when he was powerless to intervene when Matt Jarvis rounded him for Wolves first.
And Guedioura’s propensity to shoot on sight was rewarded when Clarke Carlisle, who probably can’t even make his bed right at the moment, deftly slotted home an own goal.
Wolves survived some nervy moments when Nugent and Blake both hit the woodwork and it was like the Alamo at the end as we had to survive wave after wave of attack.
But it’s obvious the natives are restless at Turf Moor and they vented their frustration at Brian Laws who I would be amazed to still see in a job with Burnley almost nailed-on for relegation.
Post Owen Coyle, Burnley look a shadow of the team that beat Man Utd at the start of this campaign.
But who cares about Burnley? Wolves have now opened up a small gap on the relegation zone and suddenly the future looks a lot rosier.
That’s one World Cup in the bag, just another nine to go.
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