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And the second version of events at St Andrews on Sunday, from our Blues blogger Andy Munro.

I like to think I’ve always been a law abiding citizen getting my rewards from honest endeavour and never relying or expecting a lucky windfall. Yet now I know what it must be like to mug a defenceless old lady wearing gold and what it’s like to win a lottery jackpot.

If ever we’ve used up our Premiership ‘Get Out of Jail’ card, it was against our Black Country neighbours.

Early on in the match we could have scored a hatful but somehow a decidedly shaky looking Wolves defence held firm and after Blues’ initial impetus had faded we started to look decidedly jaded. Maybe Big ‘Eck should have freshened up the team beforehand but hindsight is a wonderful thing.

At the back, Joe Hart’s predictable diagonal kicking tactic was nullified as Zubar, at the back for Wolves, continually outjumped McFadden who was generally lethargic. In fact at times, Joe’s kicking would have made Maik Taylor’s look world class.

Stephen Carr’s performance, normally so reliable, was more like Alan Carr in its substance whilst the Ridge was on the brink as he battled to cope with Zubar’s marauding runs. Even Roger J and Scott Dann were given a going over by Kevin Doyle although I suppose after some fantastic performances they were entitled to an off day.

Midfield was as bad with the notable exception of Barry Ferguson. Lee Bowyer was too busy trying to niggle to bother to make any forward runs whilst Seb Larsson looked tired and lacked any zip. Up front, Cameron Jerome ran around in ever decreasing circles whilst Chucho looked like a little dog thrown to the Wolves such was his timid performance.

Before the match I had passed one of the increasing number of pirate merchandise sellers outside the ground and had noticed some ‘Superman’ T Shirts with the legend ‘Superkev’ on the front. I remember thinking that they looked a bit obsolete. How dreadfully wrong I was!

Cometh the hour, cometh the man as Superkev turned the game on its head with two flashes of superb opportunism. Even at 36, if he changed his name to something more exotic like Fillipez he would be worth millions.

Kev’s superb virtuoso performance sent the watching bluenoses delirious with delight and Molineux into mourning. He was ably abetted by lively performances by subs Gardener and Fahey to record a result which was a fitting tribute to the great Gil Merrick.

Read Sunday Bloody Sunday 1 here


Andy Munro would like to point out that 'my views are personal and not those of the City Council'


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