By The Newsroom
Published27th May 2026, 08:00 BST
Wolves had been sailing against the wind for too long and no armoury of excuses offered by the executive could justify the direction taken by the club.
From the outset, there was an inevitability about this catastrophic conclusion.
I’ve consoled myself gorging on numerous YouTube clips mirroring the quality and the excitement Wolves delivered from 2018 when Nuno’s team became such an exceptional addition to The Premier League.
It has been a salutary reminder of what has been allowed to residually diminish and finally degenerate into hapless failure.
Some of the performances during those initial years were magnificent; memorable moments from a group of vibrant players many of whom grace the club’s Hall of Fame. The best time by far to be a Wolves’ follower since the stimulating seasons under Bill McGarry in the early 1970s.
Watching what we achieved then and enduring what we have now is sickening.
Wolves were on the cusp of something special but much like they did under McGarry, chose to contract rather than expand leaving us with an inadequate squad of players, a management team viewed with much scepticism and a wholly uncertain future in a shabby stadium, South Bank roof depositing debris and upgraded in recent times only by a belated tin of paint reluctantly patched onto to the scruffy Waterloo Road façade.
The direction within the club a mixture of irresponsible complacency and abject bad judgement. An expanding list of quality players departing Molineux and their replacements simply not up to scratch.
The purchases of 2024 inadequate with only Rodrigo Gomes and Sam Johnstone on the fringes of the matchday squad. The following year, Agbadou, Djiga and Munetsi join; Agbadou is sold, the other two quickly farmed out on loan.
This season, Arias sold, Lopez loaned, the others recruited wholly underwhelming with no Premier League experience.
Much like Lage and Lopetegui, Vitor Pereira was stranded, disillusioned by the dawdling over transfer business and the ensuing failure to secure his favoured targets.
Rob Edwards immediately appeared ill-equipped for the burden he was faced with and the bottom finish invites increasing levels of scepticism.
In his defence, he inherited a group of players unable to seriously compete at this level; some spasmodic improvement quickly plateaued into dismal mediocrity.
Much optimistic messaging about the future has been circulating from Molineux. Until those statements forge into reality, like so much of the recent spin we have been fed, it’s simply empty rhetoric.
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