Stupendous. As stupendous as only the sixth straight win that takes us roaring into a playoff place can be. Are you watching, Wanderers? Scratch that, we know they’re watching – the thought of Wolves and Bolton fans returning from the pub last night, bringing up CEEFAX page 309, cursing loudly, then flicking over to 325 for a terrified glance at the league table was one of the evening’s many joys.
BSAD report: Five straight wins, and we’re exploring the chance of ultimate possibility for all it’s worth. Everything stems from belief – once we started believing it was possible, it became so. To the extent where the weekend’s other results mean that we just have to win three more games to reach the playoffs.
BSAD report: Back in GT’s heyday, there was never any question of waiting to find out what the opposition was going to do. No polite introductions. So it was here – while Bolton were courteously allowing the game to settle into a pattern, we rudely elbowed them out of the way and hurled ourselves lemming-like at their goal. Within a minute, Mooney sent Wright sprinting through, only for Banks to charge from his line to clear – that was not to be the last time that the Bolton keeper saved his team-mates.
The game that started the run in to the playoffs. Just look how far behind Wolves we were in the table even after this game.
BSAD report: Renowned literary academic AC Bradley once wrote of Shakespeare’s “King Lear” that it is “too huge for the stage”. In other words, attempting to squeeze such an absolutely immense, overwhelming spectacle – storms, insanity, rage, evil, revenge, forgiveness, redemption – into a theatre is like trying to trap a hurricane in a matchbox.
You could say much the same of the concluding twenty minutes of Watford versus Tranmere. “Too huge for a football pitch” – lawless carnage that refused to recognise the touchline as any kind of barrier, spilling over into the dugouts, the dressing rooms, and the stands.