Wolverhampton Wanderers 5-1 Nottingham Forest 30.8.2008
Oh, the horror. The horror.
A bright sunny day and fresh from a promising start to life back in the Championship (a win, a draw and a loss) after three years of purgatory. But then the wheels clattered spectacularly into the grass verge.
Of course, the misery was compounded by travelling to and from the game in the back seat of a Wolves supporting friend and his son. Thankfully, they refrained from taunting me on the way home: they knew I’d suffered enough.
Michael Kightly tore us apart like Geoff Capes handling a telephone directory; frankly, we were lucky to reach half-time only four goals down. A modicum of pride was restored in the second half as we managed to force Richard Stearman into an own goal and kept Kightly down to just the one more goal. We also saw Andy (not Andrew) Cole come on as a substitute (you forgot about his brief stint with us, hadn’t you?) which somehow seemed to neatly encapsulate our desperation.
This game sent us into a ten game winless tailspin, ultimately culminating in that nice chap Colin Calderwood losing his job on Boxing Day after a calamitous home defeat to Doncaster Rovers. And at the time, I thought it was just a one-off – a wake up call to life in the Championship from which we would learn. It wasn’t. We didn’t learn. In fact, we never recovered from this mauling.
To be fair, Michael Kightly was pretty rad that day.