Wolfie contemplates a bin in Wolverhampton

Eventful.  Entertaining.  Frustrating.  Again, we attacked well, without scoring goals when we should have, and defended badly.  The game seemed to be trying to match the changeful weather around Molineux – one minute bright sunshine, the next a violent snowstorm – one minute flowing football, the next minute Sunday League defending.  Again, we let the away team get ahead having started ourselves with 20 minutes of pressure on goal and nothing to show for it.  We fell to pieces and to be fair, could have conceded again, but after Keogh brought things level just before half time Wolves should have gone on to win.  A bizarre penalty for QPR a few minutes into the second half (Neil Collins adjudged to have handled the ball) gave them the lead, but the referee, coming in for a little stick from the home fans (!), gave an equally unlikely penalty to Wolves to level the score.  Again, from there, there should have been only one winner, but QPR we able to do with their one shot and 3 minutes of possession what Wolves couldn’t manage for all their energy and trying.  The team deserved credit for keeping fighting right to the end, and Keogh’s second in the 95th minute secured what could turn out to be a vital point.  We should have all three points, but given that we so nearly lost, I’ll take that for now.

And look, I haven’t even mentioned Eastwood once.  Perhaps that’s as it should be.