The scoreline doesn’t tell the whole story. For twenty minutes at the start, we were easily the best side and had chances to take the lead – we didn’t take them and paid the price. Within the first ten minutes, we’d come close to scoring – a Ramage free kick was comfortably tipped over by the Wolves keeper, then Moralee got on the end of a Dixon cross but the ball was smothered and eventually cleared.
Premiership champions, eh? Without the, erm, charismatic inspiration of Dalglish, Blackburn Rovers have been exposed as utter cack. Expensive, aristocratic cack, but cack nonetheless. Their European Cup adventures have revealled a team without class – clueless, English battle-hard-and-you’ll-get-a-result football at its worst. They’ve been an unholy mess in the league too. Let’s face it, I fancied our chances.