Sadly I cannot claim to be a Wolves fan, but as a fervent admirer of your team at present, I am trying to claim some links to Wolves. I can only think of two rather distant ones. I am a volunteer at the London Wetland Centre, and a fellow volunteer comes originally from Ipswich, and is a very loyal I.Town fan of very long standing. He told me something which I hadn’t realised, that Derek Jefferson transferred from Ipswich to Wolves. I saw Jefferson play for Ipswich at least twice. He had a fearsome reputation, well-deserved by most accounts, similar to that of Ron “Chopper” Harris of Chelsea and Norman “Bites yer Legs” Hunter of Leeds. (My Ipswich friend thinks that in Jefferson’s case his ferocity might have been exacerbated by his poor eyesight!) Years later, I met Derek at the annual Christian Resources Exhibition at Sandown Park Racecourse. He had a stand which advertised the football coaching scheme he founded and runs, which combines coaching with (low-key) Christian evangelism. I found him to be a delightful person, charming and humorous. I had read previously about Derek becoming a committed Christian – and about the tragic death of his daughter, and other sad events in his life. So it was so good to see that he had turned his life round. My only other vague link with your illustrious club, was that I once had the privilege of shaking Mick McCarthy’s hand at a petrol station in Deptford, SE London. I was a vicar in the area. The neighbouring parish had as its vicar Fr. Owen Beament, who was, and is, also the Chaplain of Millwall (he retires later this year) – a task he undertook with great joy as he is a massive Millwall fan. He knew Mick, as McCarthy was the Millwall manager at that time. I had watched Millwall play earlier that season – my only visit to the New Den. Millwall had won thanks to a goal by the delightfully named Uwe Fuchs, and as a result had gone top in what today would be called the Championship. But things started to go wrong, and by the New Year Millwall were on a bad run of form. While filling up at the petrol station I found Mick McCarthy at the very next pump. As we had an acquaintance in common, I had the temerity to introduce myself, and have a brief chat. I shook his hand, and thinking to encourage him, said “you’ll be alright”. I’m a (now retired) Christian minister, but I have never claimed to have a hot line to the Almighty – so I hope Mick didn’t take it as a message from “above”! In any case he resigned shortly after to take the Ireland job. Millwall weren’t alright. They plummeted down the table and were relegated. Incidentally, my Ipswich friend agrees that Mick McCarthy has probably been instrumental in keeping them up in the Championship the last few years. However, he also says that over this time the football has been absolutely dire to watch. I’m wondering what he makes of Paul Lambert.