They were singing a Wolves manager’s name at the end, and it was not that of arguably the most successful of Steve Davis’ half-century supporting the club. It was his name that echoed around Molineux, rather than Nuno Espirito Santo’s. If it reflected the caretaker’s feat in beating Nottingham Forest, and perhaps a rare chance to celebrate one of their own after a few years when the Portuguese have colonised a corner of the West Midlands, it may have been a sign of how Nuno’s stock has fallen.
A year ago, he was Tottenham manager. Three years ago, “Nuno had a dream” was the soundtrack to every Wolves game. Now dreams have been interrupted as reality threatens Wolves. If their fans do not want him, it is hard to imagine the supporters of any Premier League club do.
