What’s happened to Wolves this season isn’t funny at all, oh no. It’s what happens when your owners, who you thought were wonderful once, have given up and the rosy days are few now. The tears are coming fast and furious and the way their supporters said they were going to be the next Real Madrid is enough to make you stop believing. All that nonsense about minding gaps has gone and they’re hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry. It looks like being a struggle after struggle, year after year.

The city centre is as welcoming as ever, with an atmosphere that’s a fine blend of ice. Try to enjoy yourself and there’s a good chance you’ll be almost stone cold dead trying to find a pub you can get in.

We can’t say too much about their manager because he used to play for us, a time he now thinks about as lost laughter in the breeze. They’ve got Sam Johnstone in goal. He played for us as well, when we had an owner who left us almost stone cold dead. Their supporters, never the most exclusive of people, have to cut down on beer or the kids’ new gear to get to the match but they still believe themselves to be a cut above, could go on for hours about it and probably will.

Their form has improved a bit, from flatlining to occasionally beeping while we’ve thrown away far too many points for comfort. But you should know by now that if you’re a Villa supporter better stop dreaming of the quiet life ’cause it’s the one we’ll never know. We’ve got to win this one, no ifs. buts or hard luck stories. Get three points then watch the clubs below us mess up over the weekend.