The last time these two clubs played at Molineux, Leeds United lay at the mercy of relegation and Wolverhampton Wanderers were flapping around beneath the Championship play-offs. So empathy on Saturday should not have been hard to find.
There are days when disenchantment spreads through both dressing rooms and this was one of them. Danny Batth’s header in the second minute of injury-time spared Wolves from the disgrace of a place in the Championship’s bottom three but their manager, Dean Saunders, looked and sounded ill with worry. On this evidence, he ought to be.
As for Leeds United and Neil Warnock, their concession at the end of a game in which they trailed 1-0 and led 2-1 epitomised their season: not quite there, despite the graft and the refusal to accept that promotion is suffering a death of a thousand cuts. Warnock clings to the thought of breaking into the Premier League but he sounds ever more like a manager who feels the pot of gold slipping through his fingers. “Games are running out,” he said, “and I’m frustrated. It feels like a defeat.”