Long Verdict: Usual Wolves. 2-0 up and cruising after 15 mins with Ipswich all at sea. We then allow them to cut our defence apart and our shit keeper allows the ball in on his near post while basically lighting up his fag. He then looked so startled that a Championship team had the temerity to hit such a strike. A tad unfair as apparently no goalkeeper in the world can save those type of shots. (Except pretty much most of them.)
Then naturally keeper calamity does it again a few mins later but this time he literally throws the ball in the net for the equalizer. Somehow, it's 2-2 at half time.
And we all know what was coming next. And yup, a rocket shot down the middle of the goal has our keeper in shock land again. A bit of a flap, playing down the channel of uncertainty, and it's in our net. Game over.
Our clueless Head coach looks flumoxed, much like his players and we throw on a few regular starters who then go on to prove they really aren't any better than the shit the coach picked first of all. If this was an animal, it would be put out of its misery. However, this is WWFC and yet more proof that God loves piling on the misery for us.
Short Verdict: Fucking terrible.
Safe travels home to those that endured it.