Monday, 6th April 2015
Wolverhampton Wanderers v. Leeds United
[Championship] 4-3
The second game of Easter weekend and
yet another trip to the Black Country to finish off the West Midlands
section of the 92. This time, to the new City of Wolverhampton. New
in the sense that it only gained City status back in 2000 as part of
the Queen's Millennium civic present-giving exercise.
I had intended to visit the Museum of
Black Country Living before the game – just down the road from
Wolverhampton in neighbouring Dudley. But I picked the wrong day, it
being a scorchingly hot Easter Bank Holiday, and on arrival there was
about an hour's queue to get in as every family in the
Midlands had the same idea.
Black Country Living Museum. Inset: Black Country Flag Merchandise. |
Which was a great shame as it looked a
pretty impressive outdoor space from a peek over the fence – with
its reproduction of Industrial Revolution-age smokestacks, iron
forges, coal-transporting canal barges and soot-stained terrace
housing. Streets that would have been workplace and home to the bulk
of the Black Country working class as recently as 100 years ago.
This is all gone now of course. Dudley
is just like any residential suburb of a modern British city, and the
Dudley canal and its narrow, blackened tunnels now carry barges whose
only cargo is tourists in hard-hats, out for a day's jolly.
Black Country Heritage, Including the Dudley Canal Tunnel. |
Leaving these crowds behind, I headed
straight into the centre of Wolverhampton, just six miles away. There
appears to be some debate as to whether or not the city centre is
actually part of the Black Country, but as a few Wolves scarves I saw
seemed to state that their team was the pride of it, I'm taking that
as evidence of this place's inclusion in that pride-swelling region,
home to Britain's industrial revolution.
There is not much particularly notable
about Wolverhampton city centre, but I do have a few personal
memories of previous visits.
I almost came to University here and
made a twat of myself at the open day, by inadvertently belching gas
from a Little Chef breakfast during the relative silence of the
Dean's introductory welcome to prospective students. I almost had to
flee from campus in shame.
Wolverhampton Civic Hall: Shoe Graveyard |
I also had a dozen ear drum-bursting
nights here as a teenager watching rock and metal gigs at The Civic
Hall in the mid-90s. At one gig, I was pogoing so intensely I lost a
shoe in the mosh pit, which was then chucked on stage by some
unkindly soul and never to be seen again.
Somewhere in that Civic Hall, probably
behind a threadbare stage curtain, my shoe has probably been
gathering dust since 1995. But it was all locked up so I didn't get a
chance to go in and have another look for it.
Wolverhampton was named after
Anglo-Saxon noblewoman Lady Wulfrun, who was granted lands here by
King Ethelred to build a monastery in 985 AD.
A statue of the good Lady Wulfrun stands
in front of the beautiful church of St Peters in the heart of the
city. Unfortunately these days her pedestal is flanked by a legion of drunken, hobo ne'er-do-wells, one of whom asked me what the fuck I
was looking at when I was taking a few pictures here.
St Peter's Church, Lady Wulfrun Statue & Anglo-Saxon Cross Shaft. |
The honest answer of “I'm looking at
Lady Wulfrun” didn't go down well, and I was challenged to “fucking
bring it.” I really didn't want to bring it. In fact, if I was
honest I just wanted to leave whatever it was he wanted fetching
wherever it currently was. So I slinked off to get some food.
Not much was actually open though. I
had hoped to sample some Punjabi food, given the large Sikh
population of Wolverhampton (9% according to the 2011 census. I
wonder if they were attracted here because of all the orange flags
waving around Molineux?). I didn't find anything specifically Punjabi
but I did find one Indian restaurant open – the jovially-named
Johnny Spice.
Johnny Spice: Wolverhampton. |
It was a buffet affair, never my
favourite mode of dining, but it wasn't too bad. The Chicken Tikka
Masala in particular, something I wouldn't normally order, was a
delight washed down with a Salt Lassi.
After a quick stop for a pint in the
yellow-themed YOLO bar nearby, it was time to make the 10-minute walk
from the city centre down to the very impressive cathedral of
football that is Molineux.
Molineux has been Wolves' home since
1889, but the oldest section of the ground still standing today is
The Steve Bull Stand, which was built in 1979 and renamed later in
honour of Wolves' all-time top scorer. From the outside, the
glass-windowed facade of the Steve Bull Stand does make it look a
little like a functional 1970s office block.
The Steve Bull Stand: Inside & Outside. |
The rest of the ground was completely
redeveloped in the 1990s after the Taylor Report as the most modern
and one of the largest and most impressive all-seater stadiums in the
country. In 2012, the Stan Cullis stand was further redeveloped into
the impressive two-tier affair behind the goal together with megastore and museum, a temple of a modernity.
The other two stands
remain from the 1993 redevelopment but stand up well today.
The new Stan Cullis Stand celebrates a Wolves goal. |
This is certainly one of the better
English grounds not currently hosting Premiership football – and it
may still yet be again next season if Wolves keep their current form
going. It's certainly worthy of gracing the top-flight again, in my
opinion.
The old style of having four distinct
stands has so far remained, although there are plans to redevelop the
Steve Bull and fill in a corner with seats. Which will be a shame, of
course.
The main stand I was in is named after
former club captain and 1950s England legend Billy Wright, who has
his iconic statue outside.
Billy Wright Statue, Molineux. |
The Billy Wright Stand also features an
odd curve away from the pitch towards the centre of the stand. I was
towards the end of the stand so still felt relatively close to the
pitch but I do have to wonder what it would be like sitting in the
middle as it does lend the ground a slight hint of 'athletics
stadium' to it when you see the distance to the pitch from the middle
of this stand.
The Curve of the Billy Wright Stand - Looking towards Jack Harris Stand. |
This apart, it is a fine modern stadium
though and the atmosphere created inside the stadium was very
impressive – especially from the Jack Harris Stand who were in fine
voice throughout, including their signature song about the prolific
Wolves striking partnership of Sako and Diko.
Even the visiting Leeds fans, strung
out across the narrow length of the lower Steve Bull Stand along the
side of the pitch, were easy to hear when they struck into song –
mainly about defending Leeds' own Jimmy Savile's reputation, I
believe.
Molineux: Black Country Temple of Football. |
It was a fantastic game to watch,
especially as a neutral as the scoreline switched back and forth
between the teams.
1-0 Leeds.
2-1 Wolves.
3-1 Wolves!
Time to breathe? Not Likely, Leeds pull one back 3-2...
Then with 15 minutes to go, Leeds level it 3-3! Good lord!
The scoreline may have been in the
balance throughout, but the team that deserved the points never was –
the home team dominated the game in a way that you wouldn't have
expected given they conceded three soft goals – the equaliser being
a rocket from Leeds' Alex Mowatt, but preceeded by an extremely poor
own goal following a mix-up between Wolves Captain Danny Batth and
his keeper.
Jack Harris Stand |
Wolves came good in the end though –
but they made bloody hard work of it and kept their fans guessing
right to the last. But a fine bullet-like header from Edwards two minutes from time sent the golden hordes wild, and pushed Wolves back
into the final play-off spot with just five games remaining.
For a neutral, a perfect game. For the
home fans, a fine result but on the way out much cursing of how
difficult they made it for themselves and how the Wolves always put
the fans through the grinder. I think most fans of every team in the
country probably think their team are the most frustrating buggers
out there - and I could certainly relate to their moans!
A Wolves Attack in the 1st Half. |
And so – to home, this time a
relatively easy two-hour drive down the M40. Another ground ticked
off on my way to completing the 92, and another game I'm glad I
attended, and in a stadium I was throughly impressed with.
Bring on the next one!
NEXT UP – Sheffield Wednesday!
11.04.15
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