Bom Dia! and welcome back to Molineux, which isn’t a nice place to be at the minute after Wolves endured their worst run to date last week, going 10 games without a win, resulting in the Board considering Nick’s future. Can they turn it around with 12 games of the season to go? Here’s Nick…

Here’s a quick glance at the table before we begin. We’re still 8th, so although the title is probably too much to ask, we can still finish in the European spots and salvage something from a season that started so well before it turned ugly. Time to stand up and be counted…

We begin with an underwhelming stalemate at home to Sunderland. Not the ideal start…

And we continue our goal-shyness against more nornthern opposition a few days later…

After a great start at Barnsley, the good news of a Dave Watson injury is swiftly followed by the bad news of an equaliser. I grow frustrated on the hour and give the fearlessness of youth a chance, and young Hugo doesn’t disappoint.

You can never have too much good news on this game without some terrible news being just over the horizon. For f*ck sake…

Hugo’s heroics in the last match earn him a start at Wimbledon, and he picks up where he left off at Oakwell. The half hour mark again brings pain, as Nigel Quashes our celebrations, but we’re not to be outdone, and Dominguez wins it with 5 minutes remaining. Get in!

Despite the emergence of Hugo, I don’t want to burn him out at such a young age, so I bring in this guy, who seems to like a goal and an assist, to give us some more cover up top…

The newbie partners Hugo upfront against Newcastle, and immediately announces himself to the fans with a bang. Our very own Galactico makes it 2-0 just before half time, and although Heiko Herrlich pulls one back on the hour, we hold on for a third straight win.

Our trip to Leeds is quite frankly chaos, as we go a goal down, then two goals up, and then a goal down again, before Coelho snatches a point with just 3 minutes remaining of an enthralling double Desmond at Elland Road…

Dominguez gets us off and running at home to Colchester, and is joined on the score sheet by Fidalgo, who gets his 2nd goal in 3 games to get us back to winning ways and continue our late charge for the European football spots…

And then we predictably come unstuck against The Toffees. We valiantly battle on after an early Xavier red card, which is evened out around the hour, but what can you do against a Gareth Farrelly in full flow? #unplayable

Xavier immediately atones for his red card at Goodison by opening the scoring against Sheffield United, and Figo puts us 2 to the good, giving the blades a good blunting…

Not again. Darren Anderton would be proud…

After being on the receiving end of a red card 2 games ago, this time we’re benefactors at Arsenal, who go a man down after just 2 minutes, leaving Dominguez and Figo to shoot down The Gunners for another win…

Our penultimate game is at home to Leicester. Dominguez is absolutely flying at the minute, and he grabs a quick fire brace to get us going, before another man in form, Figo makes all but sure, and Fidalgo adds the cherry on top.

Just as well the season is all but over…

Last up are Huddersfield. Depending on other results, a win could see us finish as high as 4th. We fly out of the traps and after a rare Rui Costa penalty miss, we find ourselves both 2 goals and 2 men up at half time. Pinto makes a game of it with an own goal, but the hosts’ 9 men luckily can’t find an equaliser…

The win does indeed secure 4th spot after Leicester lost and Man Utd could only draw. Considering we managed just one win from 15 games and I almost lost my job not long ago, I’d say we’ve done bloody well in the end.

But the most annoying thing is that we only finished 5 points off winning title, so if we’d won just 2 more games, it could have been a different story. But if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we’d all have a merry Christmas…

More money goes into the coffers. No top players want to join us, but it’s there to spend on new seats for the stadium if nothing else…

F*ck my old boots…

So long, JP. He was immense for the first couple of seasons we had him, but then age caught up with him and his performance levels slowly dwindled. I’m sure we’ll meet again when your regen is born…

I also release Pires, who despite having great ratings and goal-scoring numbers for his old club, turned out to be a total dud…

Alexandre grew frustrated with lack of playing time, so I reluctantly let him go…

The regen machine churns out these two promising centre backs…

Loja finds a new home in Spain…

And then I finally get my hands on Paulo Sousa’s regen, who as expected got bored of never playing for Atletico Madrid…

It doesn’t take long for him to find a loan suitor, as he and Jorge Cadete Jr both join Portuguese 2nd Division outfit, Alcains…

Ze Manel heads to Barcelona B on loan…

And those comings and goings leave the squad looking like this for season 9…

I leave you with the news that the Portuguese national team have parted company with Humberto Coelho, and turned to Fergie, meaning that Man Utd are now manager-less. Good news all round!

So that wraps up another season. Considering where we were at one point, it’s been kind of successful, but we don’t seem to be getting any closer to winning the title, so I’ll be having a good think about what I can do tactically to try and change that. See you all next week. Adeus!