An important match took place today, with Wolves meeting derby-side and antagonists, Birmingham. Both are currently in the play-offs with two matches after this meeting to go, so much was at stake for both aspirants.

I had read earlier this week that the O’Leary’s chain of restaurant/pubs was planning on showing the match, and became stirred at the thought of watching such an important match. Since O’Leary’s in Söder is usually the host for all televised Wolves games we went there, only to find out that they were not even open. I found this strange, with so many Wolves fans in Stockholm who would’ve descended upon the premises clothed in old-gold (yes, Jo, old-gold), in good voice, and with a wallet full of beer money.

Slightly fraught at the news, I tried ringing Truls, president of Swede Wolves, to find out further information and a possible alternative venue. Freya was quite keen on the idea of seeing “We Are Wolves” (as she calls them), as was I, and with only a half hour to go to kick-off, the stress levels were rising.

When I received no answer from Truls’ phone, we decided to take a short trip into Old Town, to an Irish pub that was also known for its football. I rang the pub when we got off the underground, to be told that the Wolves match was to be shown. Oh, sweet joy.

The match ended with Wolves losing 2-3, but the entire match was thoroughly entertaining; real end-to-end stuff with Wolves showing a fighting spirit I never saw last season. We could have equalised with four minutes to go, but missed a penalty, though we are still play-off contenders, and will succeed if we win our final two matches.

When I came back home I read on the Swede Wolves site that this is the weekend Swede Wolves members are in Wolverhampton for their annual visit. Now I understand why Truls was unreachable, and no other fans were to be seen in the pub. Still, it meant a more peaceful (if less ambient) family outing.