1983-84 In the concluding match to the 1981-82 season Wolves defeated a strong West Ham United team 2-1 but, despite the positive score line against The Hammers, relegation to Division 2 had already been secured in the preceding weeks following a calamitous three game losing streak. The Wolves supporters, however, were in a positive frame of mind following the final whistle against West Ham. Perhaps optimism was further heightened due to the warm and gloriously sunny mid-May weather, but the South Bank were in no doubt as they roared their defiance; â€œWeâ€™ll be back in â€˜83â€ was the chant. So it proved. In complete contrast, the ignominy of relegation back to Division 2 just a couple of seasons later provided no such positivity from Wolves fans. Whereas the 1981-82 season offered some genuine hope amidst all the turmoil of that season, a blatantly underfunded Wolves team endured a predictably wretched start to the 1983-84 campaign (despite a creditable opening day draw against Liverpool) which was enough to extinguish any faith from even the most optimistic Wolves fan. As a teenager back then, my personal memories of that grim season surround the despondency I felt from frequent defeat so itâ€™s no surprise that, in a season that yielded only six victories and a paltry 27 goals, highlights were very few and far between. Oddly enough, I recall a 5-0 defeat at Nottingham Forest as a lasting memory. It was Andy Grayâ€™s final appearance for Wolves before he left for greater glory at Everton. A couple of years previously, in a vociferous Waterloo Road demonstration against chairman Harry Marshall (â€œWeâ€™re fed up with Marshallâ€™s Lawâ€), Wolves fans had urged Gray to stay with Wolves following strong media circulation of his impending transfer. This time, however, Gray left with barely a whimper of protest from the fans. Two enduring highlights from the Forest match; in a predictably abject team performance from Wolves one man stood apart â€“ goalkeeper Paul Bradshaw. Despite the paradox of conceding five goals Bradshaw was magnificent that day and if it wasnâ€™t for a series of excellent saves Wolves would have been further embarrassed. Finally, in adversity, the vocal support from the large Wolves contingent was similarly excellent. Such was the level of support from Wolves fans it later prompted fulsome praise from Brian Clough. It was humorous too; a rare Wolves corner late in the game was greeted with wildly exuberant celebrations akin to a goal being scored! Black humour from the Black Country indeed. I was fortunate to be present at The Hawthorns for Wolvesâ€™ first win of the 1983-84 season. For reasons too lengthy to explain, Iâ€™d infiltrated Albionâ€™s Birmingham Road End together with a very handy firm of my Uncle Graham and my 11 year old cousin Dave! Not quite the Subway Army invasion that had occurred prior to kick-off just yards from where I was stood, but it was quite audacious in my mind at least. The Match of the Day cameras were also present to witness the momentous occasion of a rare Wolves win. Whenever I watch the footage of the match now Iâ€™m able to pick myself out amongst the crowd, leaning nonchalantly against the railings whilst surrounded on all sides by the enemy, my then-14 year old self briefly preserved for posterity. Of course, this being Wolves, any lingering happiness from our first win in 14 matches was completely obliterated the following week in a 5-0 Molineux thrashing. For the first and only time that season I was stood on the North Bank for that match against Watford. All I recall of the game is of Mo Johnston scoring and as he celebrated in front of the North Bank, in a fit of understandable pique someone hurled an apple at him at great velocity! My personal highlight of the 1983-84 season was probably the two home matches in the Christmas period when Wolves scaled intoxicating heights with back-to-back wins against Everton and Norwich. Not only that, but two clean sheets to celebrate as well! Truly, my cup runneth over that particular Christmas! The match against Everton saw the return of Andy Gray to Molineux. I donâ€™t recall the kind of reception he received from Wolves fans but I do recall a decent atmosphere on the South Bank for both matches, even though there were just 12,761 and 10,725 in attendance respectively to see our first home win of the season quickly followed by our second. Of course, the highlight of the season was the stunning 1-0 win at Liverpool. Unfortunately, my meagre pocket money wasnâ€™t able to stretch to a visit to Anfield and so, in those relatively primitive times, I had to nervously wait for any updates from teletext and local radio. Every time Radio WMâ€™s iconic goal signal sounded it prompted a Pavlovian response of nail biting, but Wolves held out against the might of Liverpool and thus the goal scoring abilty of Steve Mardenborough's shoulder would earn itself a small place in Wolves folklore. Normal service resumed the following week with a home defeat against Luton Town and just two more wins in the final five months of the season put the black cap on a truly abysmal season.