CRAIG HICKEY
KARL & LESLEY WHITEHOUSE
We looked nervous from kick off. We made mistakes at the back and kept giving the ball away. On top of that, we were getting fouled by Man Utd players and nothing was given.
Then the same problems started again. A mistake in our defence gave them the lead. It was so frustrating to see us undone by a goal of our own making.
What has happened to Larsen? When he gets the ball, he looks scared to run forward and score. Why do we keep playing him? He needs to be dropped, or something has to change with him.
We do have our moments in games. We create chances. But when it is time to shoot, we do not test the goalkeeper. We pass it wide instead. It makes no sense.
Just before half time, we got some confidence back with a good move. That pleased us and the fans around us. We scored, and we thought, let’s build on this in the second half. We are now level, we need more consistency, and we must press and hunt for more chances. We even chanted, we have scored a goal.
The second half started with us on the back foot. Man Utd pressed us hard, which led to another goal. Yet again, our defence did not pick up the forward, and we were exposed.
How are we going to sort out these mistakes in the team? It is clear on the pitch where the issue lies. We keep saying the same thing week in, week out. We are exposed again, not sticking to the basics of staying tight. We let them score again, walking through our defence without any problems.
We do not learn. We concede again after VAR gave Man Utd a penalty, after a long VAR delay. They scored, and we were out of the contest.
We kept trying to get balls into the box, but we struggled. We are clearly not at the level we were last season. We both said tonight, when are we going to get a win in football? This is nowhere near what we saw last year. Sadly, our time in the top flight looks like it is coming to an end after what we have seen tonight from a team that lacks creativity. We keep saying “back this team,” but we are in danger of ending with our lowest points total.
PAM WELLS
There are only so many ways you can say the same thing.
We played 5-3-2 and tried to counter attack, but we just were not good enough. They ran through us as if we only had nine men on the pitch. They had loads of chances and corners, and it was only poor finishing from them that kept the score down. They still scored once, helped by our very poor defending.
We managed an equaliser through Bellegarde, our best player, and went in level at half time. The second half was more of the same. We offered nothing, and when Bellegarde went off injured, we were done. Lopez tried hard, but we were finished as a threat and, in truth, we were lucky to “only” lose 4-1.
I have watched my team through good and bad for seventy-one years, and I have followed the Premier League from the beginning. I can honestly say this is one of the poorest Wolves teams I have ever seen.
How Rob can ever turn this around and get us any more points, I do not know.
Man of the match: Bellegarde (Even though he only played about half the game, no one else comes close.)
Performance rating: 2
SCOTT DRAME
This is absolutely embarrassing. Lowest points ever. I am really upset with this, once again.
Match thoughts: this is the most embarrassing performance out of the Vítor, Gary, and Rob eras.
I do not think Rob Edwards knows his best lineup yet. Nothing worked, no matter what we tried.
Man of the match: Bellegarde. He put us back in the game, and when he went off, you could see just how bad it was.
Match performance: 2 at best. The first half gets an 8. The second half gets a -10.
Dave
Honestly, nights like this are becoming far too familiar at Molineux. Manchester United didn’t so much win as simply wait for Wolves to implode again. Even before kick-off the mood summed everything up—thousands of fans standing outside for 15 minutes in protest, because what else is left when the club feels like it’s drifting under owners who look a million miles away from the supporters?
And yet, somehow, we actually remembered how to score. After 540 miserable minutes, Jean-Ricner Bellegarde stuck one in, almost by accident, after Moller Wolfe’s scuffed shot fell kindly. It was scrappy, chaotic, and lucky—so basically the most Wolves goal imaginable this season. United had already wasted a pile of chances, including Bruno Fernandes’ comedy moment after André decided to treat the six-yard box like a relaxation area. For a second, you dared to dream.
But this team always finds a way to drag you back to reality. Luke Shaw absolutely wiped out Bellegarde in the second half—no whistle, of course—and before you could even finish shouting at the referee, they were up the other end and Bryan Mbeumo was tapping in the equaliser. Then Mason Mount brings down a flicked pass, smashes it home, and suddenly United look like 2008 Barcelona while we look like we’ve forgotten the sport entirely.
By the time Fernandes rolled in a VAR-assisted penalty for 4–1, you could sense the life draining out of the ground. Sir Jim Ratcliffe looked delighted. Luke Littler looked delighted. Every United fan looked delighted. Meanwhile, the home end just felt toxic—eight straight losses will do that to you. Level with an unwanted club record, rooted to the bottom with a pathetic two points, and no sign of a way out.
The chants aimed at Jeff Shi said everything. The only real roar all night was when Rob Edwards took off Strand Larsen—more out of sheer frustration than belief anything would change. It didn’t, of course. Wolves could’ve played another two hours and still not found anything but misery.
Right now, being a Wolves fan feels like being stuck in a loop you can’t escape. Same mistakes, same silence from the board, same hopelessness every weekend. And what hurts most? We’re not even angry anymore. We’re tired.
Very, very tired.
2 Comments
by Razor
So, first things first: I didn’t go last night. I’m a season ticket holder and have been for over 50 years but I was very down after the Forest game and I just knew what we could expect against a quite ordinary United team. And as if the football isn’t bad enough, you have the increasingly toxic atmosphere – all in all I felt too disenchanted to make the effort.
I watched it on tv of course and it kinda validated my decision (although I hoped that they would make me regret it). So – what did I see ? Exactly what I expected – a team totally devoid of confidence, belief, willingness to work, quality, nous – devoid of everything let’s be honest. We huffed and puffed and passed it around in the first half, relying on a couple of smart saves from Johnstone to keep us in it before we actually created a goal for them whilst we had possession in the middle of their half. Andre was being heavily pressed but no one gave him an option, so back he went, until the ball squirmed to Cunha, who I genuinely think was too embarrassed to score, so he passed it behind Fernandez, who slipped on his arias yet still managed to steer the ball past a bemused Johnstone – it was a goal to sum up our season – farcical, laughable – and absolutely unnecessary.
My man of the match, Bellegarde, got us back into it with a well taken goal and just for a short while I was nearly duped into a state of hopefulness for what might have been a positive second half. I needn’t have worried, the players soon extinguished that little flickering flame before it even had chance to catch fire, with a woeful second period.
Where do we go from here ? Well, down to the championship obviously but I am struggling to see a way forward – who in their right mind would want to jump aboard this rapidly sinking ship whilst Captain Shi is steering it ?
Answers on a postcard please…….
by Tom Baker
Thought Dave summed it up perfectly. The circle of emotions from anger, disconnect to apathy is a vicious circle. It is so heart breaking to think of the Nuno era to the quality of players and dis connect from the team we all have now. Protests need to continue or it is not a million miles away to think this club could end up in real financial trouble.