For what it’s worth, Wolves fans seem like decent enough people, but my God I cannot stand their football club.
They’re run like a Portuguese cast-off asylum with a shady agent pulling the strings behind the scenes acting like he’s the next plot twist on a ‘mixed’ reviewed Sky drama series. Not for me. They can play some decent football around the Premier League from time to time but loathsome dealings in the shadows turn me off what is otherwise a lovely kit and badge combination, albeit with a club name that the American franchise owners would lust for.
The Wanderers have fared well against us, as they took four points from us last season in their campaign to be declared best of the not-top-six, a coveted honour, but unlike rather more repugnant compatriots in the Southern part of our troublesome country, they did not shout about it loudly enough to alert fellows in Sydney.
We are on the border of a Twilight Zone, with the fixture a ‘not quite win at all costs’ game, but we are approaching at a rapid pace that forsaken place containing the entirety of the Blues’ 2018.
Let us back it up rather quickly, please, and get three points this weekend.
Preferably with an Andre Gomes goal to assert Portuguese superiority.
P.S: Kevin Mirallas, I will miss the most electric player I’ve ever seen at Goodison. A great player on his day and a wonderful servant to the club, regardless of how it ended.
Thank you.
