Ken Anderson, in one of his many columns, guaranteed Wolves that we`d give them a game. That turned out to be true for about 15 minutes yesterday. Wolves ended up running out 4-0 winners, in a game which sealed the Championship title and gives their fans banter points which they`ll probably use to get a rise for years to come.
Defeat always had to be expected. I was hoping the Wolves players would have gone on a week-long bender to celebrate promotion, but the core of the side was largely intact, and with the riches Wolves have and everything Bolton don`t have, it was like turning up to a gunfight with a water pistol. Only the water pistol is slightly wonky and the water doesn`t come out properly.
In the early stages, we did well, the crowd really got behind the players and things may have been different had one of our early chances had materialised.
But they didn`t, Ben Alnwick could only haplessly push away a shot which Barry Douglas pounced on to break the deadlock, and from there, things disastrously fell apart. There are defeats, then there are defeats, Benik Afobe made it two, then Diogo Jota and to rub it in, central defender Conor Coady from the spot made it 4-0, our worst defeat at home since our relegation season from the Premier League in 2011.
To use the worst cliché going, we now have two cup finals. We`ll all be supporting Forest on Tuesday as well. Hopefully, this is merely a reoccurrence of last season, where we tried our best to blow promotion before pulling out two wins to get over the line.
How do we sort this out? I don`t know. Will we stay up? I don`t know. Hopefully, we can pull two better performances out of what increasingly feels like nowhere to keep us up.