Whatever Mick McCarthy says about being content with his squad and his two signings from Belgium, he can’t be happy with Wolves’ transfer activity in January.
Two unknowns from a minnow league can’t be what he was expecting when the window opened.
And it certainly wasn’t what us fans were hoping for.
Why oh why did I stay glued to my computer waiting for a big name signing to be announced?
Disappointment is my overwhelming emotion though, not anger.

I was ready to get angry at the club hierarchy if nothing materialised. I can’t though because Wolves showed no lack of ambition in the window.
If you had said three years ago that my team would be trying to get Robbie Keane in on loan, bidding around £7 million for a Championship starlet and offering around £5 million for another player, I would have thought I was talking to a simpleton.

I was ready to get annoyed with the targeted players too. How dare they not want to come to our club and are they not confident enough in their own abilities to believe they can help a team stay in the league?
But Keane wanted to play for the team he supported as a boy, Johnson got an offer from the richest club in the world and Hunt wanted to come but wasn’t allowed.

I can’t even get angry at Hull for holding on to a player even after receiving a bid far in excess of his value.
After all, would we sell Doyle to them if the situation was reversed?

So I was left with only disappointment going in to last night’s FA Cup replay.
A pasting from lowly Palace did little to lift my mood.