What a difference a game makes. It truly is unheard of so late into a season for a team bottom of the league to win and then shoot out of the Premiership drop zone, but it’s happened again. How many times is that this season? This time it’s happened to my beloved Wolves after cracking in four against Blackpool. We’ve got ten games now to consolidate this position starting with Spurs next weekend, that’s going to be a tough one, but Blackpool beat them and we beat Blackpool so it suggests at least we might have the ability to get all three points, hell we did the double over fourth finishing Spurs last season and we’re a better team this term. But still complacency or a draw could see us bottom again after the next round of games. Especially as the ridiculous results keep rolling in… West Ham 3-1 Liverpool, what the fuck is that all about? I think your crown might have slipped a little King Kenny, jeez! But they’re underneath us albeit on goal difference; let’s hope it stays that way. I don’t care if we stay up by the skin of our teeth on GD as long as we stay up. The thought of having to play in the Championship fills me with dread because, it’s not the Premiership and it’s so damn hard to get out of. Relegation would see seven or eight of our best players sold and we’d be back to the drawing board looking for basement league bargains again. It doesn’t bear thinking about… not yet anyway. Ten games and thirty points to play for and all of the big teams are out of the way. COME ON WOLVES!
Also I want to reiterate what has been said by many pundits, players and fans this weekend, RIP Dean Richards. He was a great servant to Wolves, playing more games for us than any other club in his professional career and against Spurs next weekend, another of his former clubs, there will be great love, sadness and respect shown to the player, I’m sure of it. An abiding memory I have of Dean Richards was seeing him at New Cross Hospital in Wolverhampton, at the time I was a young lad about seventeen years old and was under the hospital for continuous, unexplained clusters of mouth ulcers and swollen glands in my neck and throat I was getting about every six or seven weeks. I remember sitting in the waiting room waiting for my appointment and in came Dean Richards and Mike Stowell with, who I assumed at the time, an agent or club representative. Both of them were suffering with a similar cheek bone injuries if I remember correctly. A guy was there with his son, he was about seven or eight years old I’d say and he was awestruck pointing and saying something along the lines of “Daddy, it’s those Wolves players.” The boys’ father spoke to them and asked for autographs and they sat with the boy chatting to him for a short while and signing some bits of paper. I think in the end the club rep asked them to leave them alone (after a short interaction of course, I’m sure he was only doing his job) but clearly both players were more than happy to meet the public, something they didn’t really have to do. I dunno it’s a small, insignificant moment that means a little to me but probably not a lot to you. I was too shy and awestruck to speak to them myself. But it was a nice moment and Dean Richards spending a few moments with that kid meant the world to him, I’m sure he still remembers it fondly today.
I send my thoughts and best wishes to Dean Richards family and friends. You’re gonna be sadly missed, you’re memory and performances will live on forever.