WOLVES MATCH REPORT

A wins a wins a win. Or something... How fucking dour was it though? Its becoming more and more of a chore to sit through Everton games. England new boy Jack Rodwell and Sylvain Distin were the surprise omissions, presumably the people carrying knocks Moyes was referring to pre game as you'd of expected them both to start here, and wouldn't you know it we went behind first again, to a soft penalty decision from no mark ref Jonathan Moss. We've been here before.



Amongst other stuff, the lethargy in the stands seems to be transferring itself on to the pitch and drowning the players in a sea of apathetic sighs and shrugs, there was a period in this game where we were behind, at home, on the back of about 6 other losses, to a pretty poo side who are somehow below us, and nobody really gave a shiny shite about it. Players like Tim Cahill and Leon Osman, real stalwarts and great ambassadors for the club down the years, players who you rely on in situations like this, just seemed to sink into the background and look a bit tired of it all. Still, they all dug in against a terrible official and Wolves spoiling tactics and managed to win it through, just.

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Their penalty in the first half was touch and go, he went looking for it and you'd expect the newly signed up Marouanne Fellaini to not hang his leg out in that situation but thems the breaks. Whether Stephen Hunt turns up to training these days with an old waistcoat on and a red neckerchief round his gullet, only Mick McCarthy knows. Either way, he smashed his spot kick home. Fucksticks. Thankfully we didnt have to wait too long to get back into the game. Cahill won a free kick, Baines curled it in beautifully and then his England colleague Jagielka sort of pirouetted in the air and glanced  it into the back of the net with beautiful simplicity. Right on the stroke of half time too, great stuff.



Continuing more or less what he'd started, after the break the referee seemed steadfastly determined to continue to try and spoil the games flow with a series of nonsensical decisions going against the home side when building up pressure and momentum. This isnt kopite moaning arse sour grapes here, we won didnt we, he just seemed completely out of his depth, the daft bloody apeth. Which makes McCarthy's and Hunts laughable statement afterwards that they were robbed by a poor decision, well, even more laughable. On we soldiered with the impressive and likeable Hennessy in goal for Wolves continuing to pull off the odd peach of a save. It looked like it had a draw written all over it. They pretty much threatened the sqaure root of frig all in the final third anyway. Then the breakthrough.



We'd already had two pretty much stonewall penalty appeals flatly refused by the official. So it was left to Saha, who had been lumbering around most of the game and not really ''getting'' his position right, to get pushed in the back by Ward and us finally get what we marginally deserved out of the game. Baines, who's standard of performace quite literally never seems to drop below very good, bravely stood up after missing his last one and calmly slotted it home.



All that was left was for Bill Kenwright to buckle under the pressure of about 200 blowhards, some with megaphones, some with masks and some with awful footwear and promise to finally loosen the purse strings a wee bit in January.

Away to struggling Bolton next, christ knows, ive got a feeling it'll be a slog though.

Up the Toffs.