Match Preview: The Tools to Beat Wolves and Do We Got ’em?
Righto. Let’s just pretend those first two were warm-ups, shall we? The real season starts this weekend in a stadium not very near you. It’s Wolves away, dear reader, and quite literally the only way is up.
As you might recall, last year’s encounter at the Molinuex was a bit of a swizz. In the season’s dusk – where the last vapours of all things top-four were passing through our mitts like some slippery, elusive fog- this may’ve been the one that put pay to any hopes we might still have harboured. Three-apiece was the final verdict; a result which could’ve been much more had our rear-guard kept their knickers untangled and our numerous leads intact. And our mong-faced strike-force, I hear you ask? Surely they had some hand in it, right?
Well, believe it or not, two of our men up yonder were on target that afternoon. A phenomenon which occurred only once in the previous thirty-odd games. Blackburn at The Lane, in case you were wondering.
Back amongst the living and there’s one chap whom all eyes will be on tomorrow. The man who, after twelve months of extensive reconnaissance around Europe and beyond, Daniel Levy’s bank manager highly trained scouts gave a resounding PING of approval to. The man who, unless Defoe and company get their junk together pretty sharpish, all faith now rests. Emmanuel Adebayor.
Personally I can’t wait to see how he fits in. In a team renowned for its knack of creating chances- a trait somewhat overshadowed by its inability to convert them- it’s difficult to imagine him not scoring an absolute bucket load. Much depends, of course, on the deplorable ‘but where’s his head at?’ spiel. Is he going to do a mental? Oh I hope he doesn’t do a mental. Early signs look promising. Insomuch as there’re are a few pictures of him on the official site smiling and he’s told the press he fancies netting a few this year. No mention of any dressing room bust-ups or insurrections anywhere. Not even a little one.
Which is, you know, good.