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For the first 41 minutes, the most exciting thing that happened was a Daniel Podence scissor kick that flew into the stand.
It was dull, it was predictable, it was 0-0. Most first halves involving Wolves are thus.
Then amid the barren, featureless wasteland grew a flower… a rose by the name of Joao Moutinho.
With a single stroke of his velvet right boot, Moutinho left Crystal Palace exposed. It was as if they’d been left naked, save for their trousers wrapped around their ankles — they couldn’t run, they couldn’t stop what was happening, they were embarrassed, confused and directionless.
That one pass took out almost half of the Palace team. Like a conductor calling for his baton, Moutinho demanded the football 25 yards from goal and received it from Matt Doherty, who then proceeded to bound towards the byline. Spotting the run, Moutinho channelled his superpower and disguised a pass with a high backlift, then sand-wedged a caressed chip which fooled, looped over and eradicated five visiting players.
Not one, not two, not three, not four. Five.
As the pass was played, Moutinho twanged his juddering foot back and held the pose like Hendrix at the euphoric climax of a guitar solo.
Doherty half-volleyed first time across goal and Podence, the shortest man on the pitch at 5ft 5in, headed into the empty net with keeper Vicente Guaita stood motionless, helpless, bereft. He had been Moutinhoed.
It was a moment of artistic inspiration completely out of character with the rest of a banal first half, akin to Laurence Olivier guest-starring on Mrs Brown’s Boys.
That’s what Moutinho can do. He takes a step back and paints pictures.
There is artistry throughout this Wolves team; Conor Coady sprawls over vast landscapes with 50-yard passes to the flanks, Adama Traore creates a beautiful yet unexplainable mess in the manner of Tracey Emin. And then Moutinho and Ruben Neves paint sensual watercolours. They bring beauty to life through their vision and technique.
Moutinho has perhaps been doubted of late, his form indifferent since the restart. He was rested against Everton and Neves seemed to embrace the responsibility of being the sole creative midfield genius, dictating play like a Portuguese puppet master.
He may be 34 in two months but to exclude Moutinho is to deprive Wolves of their maestro. He’s created 23 per cent of their chances this season (77 of 335). Only James Maddison, Emi Buendia, Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jack Grealish and Kevin De Bruyne have forged more opportunities in the Premier League. Of those, 30 come from open play and 47 from set pieces.
He, Traore and Jimenez account for 51 per cent of the chances Wolves have made, far ahead of Jonny Castro Otto, Diogo Jota, Neves, Doherty and the rest.
Only Traore can top Moutinho’s six assists in the league (with nine) and in all competitions the midfielder has set up 13 goals in 53 appearances. With 441 successful passes into the final third, he is miles ahead of Wolves’ next most positive passer (Neves’ 343) and has the highest pass accuracy in the squad on 85 per cent. He backs up the beauty with brawn, producing 90 tackles (one behind Jonny), comfortably ahead of fellow midfielders Neves (62) and Leander Dendoncker (63).
“I think it was pure talent in the moment of the first goal,” enthused head coach Nuno Espirito Santo after the match. “The combination was very good. After the organisation comes the talent of our play.”
“The first thing I think is to control the ball and shoot… but after I saw the movement of ‘Doc’ (Doherty) and I try to put the ball behind the defence,” Moutinho added of his magic moment. “Hopefully the pass is very good and Doc can assist Podence.”
Ask any of Wolves’ squad about Moutinho and they’ll fawn over his performances in training and his professionalism. Despite being the wise old head of the group he’s also the joker in the Wolves pack, pulling pranks and behaving like a kid.
“He does things in training you wouldn’t believe,” Coady said last year. “His first training session, he came out and trained without his laces done up, which I found unbelievable. It’s like he’s got slippers on. That’s just him, he’s quite laid back. He manipulates the ball. And for me, playing behind him, it’s how he controls a game. He’s not a winger who’s got all the skill in the world. He just controls a game.”
That manoeuvring of possession, setting the tempo, carrying Wolves up-field, that’s why Moutinho remains such a pivotal cog in this Wolves machine, plus he wins it back so regularly, often in the opposition half.
As Wolves’ mammoth season (on Saturday, it will be a full year since it began) enters its home stretch, Moutinho’s wily experience will go a long way as they look to secure another season of European football. Beat Chelsea at Stamford Bridge on Sunday and it’s at least a return to the Europa League… win the Europa mini-tournament in Germany next month though, and it’s hello Champions League.
Moutinho has been there and done it before, but he’s still hungry and a wolf now.
As the fans sing, he loves a vino. And like a deep, rich, full-bodied vintage red, Moutinho has improved with age.
Just ask Crystal Palace.