I’m off to Charlton tomorrow and thoroughly looking forward to it. While I don’t expect a repeat of the excitement of last year’s classic encounter, which Wolves won in such dramatic style, in honesty a point would be a decent result. I’m just pleased to see Wolves in action after the international break. Even after the unexpected show of competence in Croatia, somehow watching England these days leaves me a little cold. I can’t bring myself to be interested in the overpaid, over-praised bunch of primadonnas prancing around (Lescott, of course, excluded from that assessment, when he get a look in). It seems I’ve turned into a big-match Wolfie – in international football I’m only interested in the shiny cups at the moment. In the meantime, I’ll be shouting on Wolves tomorrow.