Wolves' latest defeat, at the hands of Liverpool, was the 20th consecutive game in which the team failed to keep a clean sheet. Frankly, that's pathetic.

The Reds are flying high at the moment so in theory I can forgive shipping a few against them. What angers me is that we made it easy for them with the type of fundamental mistakes that have cost us dearly in a fair few of the other 19.

It seems like there are no lessons being learned and I see no indication that the next fixture will be any different.

Mick McCarthy is always good for a quote and after the 3-2 defeat at the hands of Villa, he came up with a nice little soundbite. "A penalty, a sending off, someone carried off," he said. "I don't know where Lady Luck was today but she wasn't in a gold shirt that's for sure."

As well as it summed up his disappointment in his side get nothing from a largely excellent display though, it wasn’t accurate and it masked the reality of what went wrong at Molineux.

Don’t tell Arsene Wenger, but we’ve just found the player that he has needed ever since Patrick Viera left his side.
How many times since the big Frenchman departed have you heard a pundit say that Arsenal is a great team but they lack a bit of bite in the centre of the park?
If only the Gunners had a player like Frimpong – mobile, good on the ball, strong, fearless.
Oh wait a minute, they do . . . and it’s him.

Forget the immaculate conception, the miracle us Wolves fans should be thankful for this Christmas is that our team is not rock bottom of the Premier League.
The abysmal form of Bolton, Blackburn and Wigan is masking the fact that we’re in a deep rut.
In our last 14 games we have conceded two goals or more in 12 of them – that’s just atrocious.
Whatever you have asked Santa for, write to him again and ask for a defence instead.

Well, we got beat soundly at the weekend but I don’t think we should be reading too much in to that. Chelsea haven’t been at their best in recent weeks but they are still Chelsea. Instead I want to look at what I think is a new thing at Wolves – possession football.

A few pundits have been analysing an incident in our much-needed victory over Wigan at the weekend. Stephen Hunt went through on the keeper, nudged the ball past him and contact was made forcing him off balance.The Wolves man didn’t hit the ground though, he stayed on his feet and tried to play the ball back to a teammate. Wigan defended it and the chance was lost.

Not for the first time when a Wolves player has had the chance to go down and stayed upright and the question dividing both fans and professionals in the game is: should he have hit the deck?

Once again this week, I've been avoiding any football conversations with people who don't already know which team I support. And the reason isn't because I'm ashamed of the team despite another poor performance. It's because I'm ashamed of the fans.

It was sad that the biggest cheer at Molineux on Saturday came when the stadium announcer announced that Karl Henry was being withdrawn. I'm totally against supporters making examples of specific players on their own team when they show their discontent.

Karl had a bad game, awful in fact, and it was the right decision to haul him off. But to give ironic cheers when his number is put up is counterproductive. If his confidence is battered how will he improve?

All that said, I think he should be dropped for a run of poor performances.

It seemed like two Wolves teams turned up to play Liverpool.
The first team took the opening 45 minutes at Anfield and were outplayed.
A second team came out after the break and had the beating of the Reds.
The difference wasn't in the personnel though, it was in the formation.

It's hard to know whether to welcome or worry about the latest England squad selection. Matt Jarvis isn't in it and I think he should be. Johnson too would have a shout if Fabio picked his players based on form and not who they play for.

It seems unfair to our players and may have an impact on our attractiveness as a club in the future. On the other hand, the Wolves fan in me shouts louder than the England fan.