No Excuses- Wolves Need Obliterating
Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold.
With this in mind, tonight we should be offering the stuff on a plate taken from a blast-chiller and garnished with liquid nitrogen. Wolves, ladies and gentlemen, need shoeing back to the Ice Age. Nothing less than a win will do.
Mick McCarthy’s a loose cannon- you can tell that just by looking at him- and as such, he’s formed a team with a similar penchant for the unpredictable. Any number of sides could turn up this evening, literally. We could see certified relegation fodder or we could come up against the same hardy bunch of opportunists who spannered our plans last time and who’ve taken points from both sides of the Mersey as well as beating Fulham. Alternatively, we might just have the pleasure of entertaining a rabble of juveniles and second-stringers, there only as understudies and life-preservers of the main cast- depends, entirely, who they’ve got at the weekend.* Who knows? Who knows what crack-pot scheme Mick’s got boiling up? All I can say for sure is- I want them seen to.
No fannying about in front of goal. Not even a hint of it.
At the risk of sounding like a damaged vinyl; Lennon’s still out. The general consensus seems to agree this to be a rather more long-term situation than first thought. If you trust your sources, we wont be seeing him again until Wigan o’clock on the 21st of February. That clunking sound you just heard was Erik Edman dropping his guts like a dolphin slipping onto the deck of a Japanese trawler. Yikes. Bentley is our man tonight, then. A real chance for him to bring all those encouraging performances together and make it sing. I’m really confident he can do the business. Gawd, listen to me; encouraging, confident, the business. Whatever next.
In the interest of flooding the midfield and saturating the Midlanders, I would suggest popping Bentley and Krank on each flank; let Huddlestone and Wilson take care of all things central; while Modders ghosts behind a lone striker in the shape of Jermain Defoe. Unlikely to be the way of it, as HR is much more in favour of the petit et grande combo, but an attractive proposition nevertheless. I trust ‘Arry will get the fax.
Right, a win please. Not too much to ask for, I don’t think.
3-1. Defoe with a couple and Jenas with a last minute nerve settler.
It should be water off a shmuck’s back.