WOLVES PLAYERS DESERVE BIG FAT PAY-CUTS
AMIDST the wailing and the gnashing of teeth, the blame for Wolves’ dismal descent into League One appears to have fallen at the door of the directors.
Fans invaded the Molineux pitch after last weekend’s 2-1 defeat to Burnley, damaging dugouts and chanting for chairman Steve Morgan to go.
But if they really wanted to find the culprits, they should have gone past the dugouts, down the tunnel and into the home dressing room.
Wolves have good players on good money, and plenty of them. Several – Kevin Doyle, Roger Johnson, Sylvan Ebanks-Blake – have won the division. They boast the kind of experience that most Championship clubs would kill for. Under no circumstances should they be in the bottom half, let alone the bottom three.
Time and again this term, Wolves players have stood before a microphone and said: ‘We haven’t been good enough’. Skipper Karl Henry did so just last week.
But while honesty has its place, they are just words. Without the will to do something about it, they are empty, worthless.
And at no point have Wolves’ players tried to claw their way out of the hole they dug for themselves.
Sure, you can talk about confidence. But the best players can overcome self-doubt. That, just as much as pace, strength, or skill, is what clubs pay handsome fees and hefty wages for.
Don’t you think Peterborough would have been feeling pretty sorry for themselves after losing seven straight games at the start of the season? And what about Barnsley, who hadn’t won in 11 before David Flitcroft replaced Keith Hill?
Yet both of them went into the final weekend with a shot at survival after scrapping their way off the bottom.
Had Wolves’ players shown even a fraction of that fight they would be safe. That they didn’t proves just what a gutless bunch they are. Never again should any of them see the salaries they pocketed at Molineux.