Fan column: Self-inflicted pain makes Wolves a tough watch

A deep visceral embarrassment inflicted by means wholly beyond their control. A morsel of consolation from chuckling at their gallows humour and understanding their self-confessed amazement that they still voluntarily turn up to witness more excruciating disappointment. 

Being abysmally sold short on sophistry and patronisingly taken for granted leaving us all bitterly aggrieved. But regardless of the misgivings, we still keep turning up and with the wheels not just coming off but long ago already flattened to a pulp in the scrapyard, we still support the team with real passion. 

And I’ve always doubted the perception of any boardroom executive to fully understand the intensity of this feeling and the emotional residue their decisions can inflict on malleable supporters. 

If they did, they wouldn’t apply such lousy house rules in their own house. 

What has been so depressing this season is the shrivelling effect on the team once the opposition minimally up the tempo leading to an inevitable final conclusion. Wolves simply don’t have sufficient quality to resist and this repetitive failure saps all hope and enthusiasm. 

Pedro Neto gave us another illustration of what Wolves have inflicted upon themselves. He walked through Hugo Bueno to help create Chelsea’s first penalty showing a physicality to his game not in evidence when he was at Molineux. He showcased his talent and his grin and thumbs-up to the barracking from the South Bank spoke volumes for a player at the top of his game. 

Providing any returning player hasn’t overtly disrespected the club, I can’t understand why they should be targeted. Neto was so exciting for us and with painful nostalgia, my mind flashed back to Stamford Bridge almost two years ago to the day. Neto in our colours tore Chelsea and Ben Chilwell in particular to smithereens setting up one of our best wins on the road in years. 

Why boo the guy? He was a credit to the Wolves and did us no disservice with his departure. 

Didn’t enjoy the sarcasm meted out to Hwang when he limped off either; dismal season or not denigrating your own players with such abject scorn leaves a really sour taste. 

Molineux is a grim endurance test these days; turning on players whether past or present only increases the gloom.