...I mean we did actually lose the odd game, and there were some bogey sides, notably Bolton. They knocked us out of the Cup two years running, 2-1 at Burnden Park in the 6th round 1958, same score at the Mol the following year in the 4th round, in both those seasons we won the league. The following season, when we did win the Cup, they did the double over us in the league! Another tricky team was Chelsea. At the beginning of 58-9, they hammered us 6-2 at Stamford Bridge, the 18 year old jimmy greaves scoring 5 against an ageing billy wright. The return match was eagerly awaited, and was played at the beginning of January. Wolves had just had a great Christmas, doing the double over Pompey, 5-3 at fratton and 7-0 a couple of days later at our place. Wolves were really up for it against Chelsea, but just couldn't score. Then Chelsea scored one, then a second, though Wolves had about 80% of the play, and were bombarding the Chelsea goal. But the ball just wouldn't go in. The snow started falling heavily in the 2nd half as wolves surged forward in the gloom, with a constant molineux roar. 10 minutes to go in the mud and snow and Wolves have a penalty! Norman deeley steps up to dispatch it in front of a heaving south bank... and misses! Still Wolves pour forward, but reg Matthews in the Chelsea goal performs miracles. Finally deeley gets on the end of a des Horne cross and buries it! 1-2! But it was not to be, and Chelsea had done the double over us! Me and my dad trudged back to get the bus home to sedgely, only to find the snow was so heavy the trolley buses couldn't operate. So there was a long walk back through the driving snow, relieved only by calling into Snellin's fish and chip shop on Snowhill. As we waited for our fish and chips, Eamonn Andrews was bringing us the news on sports report on the shop wireless , as if we didn't know, of the surprise defeat of the league leaders at molineux by Chelsea. But fish and chips out of newspaper as we trudged home in the snow wasn't bad. I was 10 years old at the time, and my dad 33. Now I'm 68 and he's 92. Where does the time go?