I’m going to stop, after today, harking back to the bad only days of 2003-04, but this five goals conceeded statistic appears, at first glance, to be frighteningly familiar. Pleasingly and frustratingly, however, scratch the surface and this seems to be another of those hard luck stories for Wolves. Much endeavour and desire , a fair smattering of skill, and a little bad luck were the hallmarks of the day.

Wolves may have dominated much of the posession, but conceeded a soft penatly when Castillo felled a man in the box, and the referee didn’t see the contact made with the ball, and then were denied a clear penalty shout of their own when Doyle was barged to the ground by Turner. Going in at half-time 1-0 down, Wolves should still have have confidence in their chance of a comeback, despite a distinct scarcity of goals this season, so to concede again within a few minutes of the restart was a blow. There were few arguments, however, with the second penalty of the match after a rash challenge in the box by an otherwise excellent Christophe Berra. Wolves, however, fought back with two goals in a few minutes. There was a element of luck in both (an own goal and an indirect free kick in the six yard box following a disasterous backpass by Wes Brown) but few would have argued that the scoreline didn’t at least reflect Wolves contribution to the game. To concede three more goals seemed unlikely, but Wolves did it. However good the performance. It’s idiotic to just put this down to luck, even though only one of the goals (when Michael Turner was allowed a free header at goal) was a clear case of bad defending. Wolves need better luck next time, no doubt, but also need to maintain their tight defending for 90 minutes and create a few more quality shots on goal of their own. At this stage there’s no reason to think this can’t happen.

So, a thrilling game, positive signs and, crucially, zero points.