However, before March 31, 2007, Saints’ fortunes against Wolves was quite different.
In fact, on that day, at Molineux, Southampton defied expectations and delivered a stunning 6-0 demolition of Wolves.
Let's not mince words - Southampton deserved to conquer Wolves.
There was a palpable sense of righteous energy simmering within the team, a hunger that had been gnawing at them after a season sprinkled with moments of cruel misfortune. Plenty of games where the ball seemed to have a personal vendetta against them, where almost every ricochet and deflection led to heartbreak.
But football, in its infinite wisdom, occasionally decides to redress the balance. And on this day, the scales tipped dramatically in favour of the Saints.
It was as if a benevolent footballing deity had descended upon the pitch, sprinkling stardust on every pass, every tackle, every shot.
Pretty much everything they attempted blossomed into brilliance.
Even the near-misses seemed to carry an aura of invincibility, the ball bouncing kindly, the challenges landing just so.
Every desperate scramble within the penalty area, a chaotic ballet of flailing limbs and hopeful boots, saw the ball falling obligingly at the feet of a Saints player.
It was a day to etch into the annals of memory, a day to be savoured like a fine vintage wine, because such moments, those perfect storms of footballing fortune, are as rare as a unicorn sighting.
The sheer magnitude of the 6-0 victory, the resounding echo of six goals ringing through the stadium, is what truly matters. It's the confidence it instills, the swagger it returns, and, of course, the precious three points that propel a team forward.
After a period of disheartening results, where the spectre of playoff elimination loomed large, only a victory would suffice. Anything less, and the dream would have faded into a distant, unattainable glimmer.
What made this triumph even more extraordinary was the fact that it was achieved with a patched-up, makeshift team.
Players, hungry to prove their worth, rose to the occasion with a ferocity and passion that was truly inspiring.
For the opening 20 minutes, Wolves held the upper hand, and it seemed inevitable that they would break the deadlock. But then, the tide turned.
On 24 minutes, Danny Guthrie, a maestro in midfield, delivered a sublime pass to Andrew Surman, whose cross found Marek Saganowski at the far post. A header, a desperate parry from Matt Murray, and the ball nestled in the net.
Three minutes later, Rudi Skacel's cross was inadvertently deflected into the net by the unfortunate Gary Breen.
Then, a pivotal moment, Bartosz Bialkowski's breathtaking save from Andy Keogh's header, a moment that shifted the momentum irrevocably.
And then, Saganowski's audacious chip, a moment of sheer brilliance that left Murray rooted to the spot, his gaze following the ball as it arced gracefully into the net.
Wolves, despite their initial dominance, were still within touching distance.
However, they were denied by the woodwork and a penalty save from Bialkowski, who proved to be a formidable guardian of the Saints' goal.
In the second half, Southampton seized control, exploiting the gaps left by a desperate Wolves side.
Leon Best added a fourth, Surman scored a deserved fifth, and Saganowski completed his hat-trick with a sublime curling effort.
Although not the first choice, they were a determined squad, anchored by Bart Białkowski in goal, a reliable presence between the posts.
The defensive line comprised Chris Makin, Alexander Ostlund, Pedro Pele, and Darren Powell, a blend of experience and tenacity.
Jermaine Wright patrolled the space between defence and midfield, alongside the creative forces of Danny Guthrie, Rudi Skacel, and Drew Surman, each contributing their unique flair.
Up front, Leon Best and Marek Saganowski led the attack, their eyes fixed on goal. In the 53rd minute, Nathan Dyer entered the fray, replacing Rudi Skacel, bringing fresh energy to the midfield.
In the 75th minute, he was off again, replaced by Bradley Wright-Phillips, adding another dimension to the Saints' attacking play.
Finally, in the 82nd minute, Mario Licka joined the action, replacing Leon Best, ensuring the team maintained its intensity until the final whistle.
Sometimes, in the beautiful, chaotic [theatre](http://dailyecho.co.uk/leisure/stage) of football, it's simply your day. And on this day, the Saints shone with an incandescent brilliance that will be remembered for years to come.