It was never going to pretty, but this Sunday snoozer of a game brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘ugly’.
At the heart of the Wolves defence, the artist still known as Jody Craddock showed us we should all be grateful he came back from that ridiculous Stoke hiatus in 2007.
With two stitches in his head, he resembled Terry Butcher on his 500th league appearance and his and Berra’s resolute defending kept out the constant bombardment of Rory Delap’s missiles into the Wolves box.
The game was bad enough, but it was made worse by referee Chris Foy, who allowed Delap far too much time to wipe the ball and set up his colleagues for each of his 24 long throws.
I pity the Stoke season ticket holders if they have to sit through football akin to the 1980s crazy gang of Wimbledon every week.
I wrote in this week’s blog that it was wrong to think of the Potters as a one dimensional team with giants for players and Delap’s long throws as their only weapon.
I was wrong. I think one dimensional is too generous. They just hoofed ball after ball up field with the one sole intention of winning a throw-in in the final third.
But when the home crowd at Molineux starting chanting ‘boring, boring’ at the Stoke Team, they’d do well to remember that Wolves haven’t scored a goal at home since early February.
That is something to address next season and although this was easily the dullest game of the season, it’s another valuable point towards another crack at the Premiership and probably as little as three or four points from the remaining four games will see us safe.
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