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As the final minutes of the season wind down, I wanted to reflect, and offer it up for everyone else to join me if you also feel like waxing poetic. Let it all out! 
I have never known a season like this, in all my short 31 sport-obsessed years of my life. Even as I cast an excited eye to the future, I find myself completely devastated that this ride is over.
I didn't know what would come after the Zenga Bus and Lambert debacles. We hired someone called "Nuno" and his resume brought up uncomfortable memories of the past year. But then I heard him speak, and I listened. Neves listened. Jota, Boly, Coady, Doherty---we didn't know, we couldn't know, what was happening. But we felt it.
I know we felt it because we sold out Molineux to welcome Middlesbrough. We had just worked over Leicester akin to a seasoned pugilist dancing around a novice. Our newest Wolf pounced on Boro's one moment of weakness and Wolves claimed their first kill.
We traveled to Hull and Derby and left no doubt. Each match was a refreshing step into crisp, clear water. Was this really happening?
Once Villa came into Molineux, the secret was out. I was 35,000 feet in the air at the time, my head literally in the clouds, and I relished every second of it. We were the Wolves and we were marching in.
Where were you for Bristol? You remember it as if it happened moments ago. We were tenacious. Fearless. Games which we would have lost a year ago became wins. A draw was now worst case scenario.
We were hoarding points and doing it with the flair usually reserved for the colorful spots at the top of the Premier League table. Every match seemed to bring something we never thought we'd see from a side in a Wolves shirt. Then we went to Fulham and Villa and faltered, but did not fall. Our detractors grew with every match. We found our way to Middlesbrough and lost a year of our lives to those final twenty minutes of stress.
I finally made it to football heaven hours before the Cardiff game. If I thought I'd made memories this season leading up to that moment, being in that stadium could only be described as an out of body experience. The intensity was so much so that the air seemed thick. I will never forget that moment---Neves' two steps, the net bulges, limbs and thunder. I wouldn't experience another goal like that for five long days. I have never heard a noise like I did as his ball hit the net against Derby. And I'll never experience higher highs and lower lows than those last five minutes against Cardiff.
Every big moment from this season somehow eclipsed the one before it. What the future will bring will be revealed in it's own time. For the present, all I can say is thank you. I have savored every moment from the day Nuno arrived. I can't wait for what's to come, but in the same breath, it hurts for this incredible ride to end.
These Wolves are immortal and now belong to history. COYW, I'll see you in the Premier!
I have never known a season like this, in all my short 31 sport-obsessed years of my life. Even as I cast an excited eye to the future, I find myself completely devastated that this ride is over.
I didn't know what would come after the Zenga Bus and Lambert debacles. We hired someone called "Nuno" and his resume brought up uncomfortable memories of the past year. But then I heard him speak, and I listened. Neves listened. Jota, Boly, Coady, Doherty---we didn't know, we couldn't know, what was happening. But we felt it.
I know we felt it because we sold out Molineux to welcome Middlesbrough. We had just worked over Leicester akin to a seasoned pugilist dancing around a novice. Our newest Wolf pounced on Boro's one moment of weakness and Wolves claimed their first kill.
We traveled to Hull and Derby and left no doubt. Each match was a refreshing step into crisp, clear water. Was this really happening?
Once Villa came into Molineux, the secret was out. I was 35,000 feet in the air at the time, my head literally in the clouds, and I relished every second of it. We were the Wolves and we were marching in.
Where were you for Bristol? You remember it as if it happened moments ago. We were tenacious. Fearless. Games which we would have lost a year ago became wins. A draw was now worst case scenario.
We were hoarding points and doing it with the flair usually reserved for the colorful spots at the top of the Premier League table. Every match seemed to bring something we never thought we'd see from a side in a Wolves shirt. Then we went to Fulham and Villa and faltered, but did not fall. Our detractors grew with every match. We found our way to Middlesbrough and lost a year of our lives to those final twenty minutes of stress.
I finally made it to football heaven hours before the Cardiff game. If I thought I'd made memories this season leading up to that moment, being in that stadium could only be described as an out of body experience. The intensity was so much so that the air seemed thick. I will never forget that moment---Neves' two steps, the net bulges, limbs and thunder. I wouldn't experience another goal like that for five long days.
I have never heard a noise like I did as his ball hit the net against Derby. And I'll never experience higher highs and lower lows than those last five minutes against Cardiff.Every big moment from this season somehow eclipsed the one before it. What the future will bring will be revealed in it's own time. For the present, all I can say is thank you. I have savored every moment from the day Nuno arrived. I can't wait for what's to come, but in the same breath, it hurts for this incredible ride to end.
These Wolves are immortal and now belong to history. COYW, I'll see you in the Premier!
