Leicester City at home – our tenth match and almost a quarter of the season completed. This was probably the first time since being in the Premiership that the Wolves were starting as favourites and it was a massive fixture for both sides.

As we were on a little run of success, I decided to take a mate with me. He’s big into rugby and has never been to a professional soccer match in his life but more of that later.

So – with expectations high for another home victory, off we went. No Paul Ince of course but we seemed to have coped okay without him last week. Now I have been reading a lot about “in your face” football which is a quote attributed to Alex Rae, our mercurial midfielder and there it was for all to see. Unfortunately though, it wasn’t the Wolves what were playing that way; it was Leicester! They were three goals up in just over half an hour and it was like Charlton all over again. We seemed to have gone back to square one; three goals down and deservedly so.

My friend couldn’t understand why we were all so despondent at half time. “Don’t worry” he said, “they’ll come out in the second half and score four and you’ll win 4-3”. This prediction from a rugby player who was totally unaware of the fact that the Wolves had scored a total of just three goals in nine league games so far this season – what did he know!

Obviously strong words were used in the dressing room in the break and Dave Jones introduced Kachoul for the second half. I think the referee had put his contact lenses in too and the Wolves started with a lot more purpose scoring an early goal through Cameron. As this stage, it was just a case of damage limitation or so I thought but with the crowd totally behind them the Wolves were awarded a penalty. This was a key point in the game – miss it and Leicester would be off the hook; score it and, well, anything could happen. Cameron put the ball on the spot (I had hoped it would be Irwin) and simply smashed it into the net. The crowd went wild and from just gaining respectability, there was suddenly a chance of getting a valuable point. Every player except for Oakes seemed to be in Leicester’s half and next thing you know – a great cross from Irwin and Alex Rae launched himself and with a great header, it was suddenly 3 each.

The Wolves were now rampant and you felt that Leicester were a spent force. With the crowd at fever pitch, Irwin crossed the ball yet again and it seemed to go by and through several players’ legs before reaching Camara. I don’t know whether it hit him or he actually struck the ball but it finished in the net and there we were, winning 4-3! As someone said on TV, ‘it was the greatest escape in the history of the Premiership’. My mate simply looked at me and said – “well……..” If he had gone into William Hill’s at half time and put a few quid on that prediction then he might have finished up being the guy Sir Jack is looking for to take the Club over!

Did anyone notice though that during the first half of this match, the sky was totally in tune with what was going on down below in the stadium. It was dark and menacing and miserable. Then came half time and the lads made their way back onto the park. Suddenly there was a break in the clouds with a chink of sunshine and miraculously a rainbow appeared over Molineux.