FINALLY they stood up to the little weedy spotty kid.

Wolves have spent all season having their dinner money and sweets pinched by the classroom nerd.

Only when the school bully confronted them did they roll up their sleeves and deliver a bloody nose.

Make no mistake this was a brutal battering.

As one-sided as five-foot-nothing DJ Campbell – that’s Dudley Junior just in case you were interested – attempting to square up to six-foot Richard Stearman and delivering the kind of threat that would easily have been swatted with a rolled-up newspaper had Stearman got one to hand.

Campbell clearly had his reasons for wanting an early return to the dressing room. Had he forgotten to record ‘Superman’ on Channel 5?

He later apologised: “I know I play with too much passion but that’s how I am. Wish I could take it back.” (Note: that bit needs to be read to the sound of softly-played violins).

The sending off mattered not a jot. Blackpool were ghastly beforehand and ghastly afterwards.

They left Molineux having usurped Blues’ crown for Worst Performance of the Season.

Charlie Adam must be one heck of a player to carry this lot on his back.

Perhaps the clue was on the Blackpool website, which listed the Scottish midfielder in a 12-man team despite his suspension.

Twelve players might have made a fist of it. But the 11 who did turn up played as if they were ankle deep in sand on Blackpool beach.

Perhaps their midweek win over Tottenham was a mitigating factor. Ten outfield changes might have been called for. Now, there’s a thought.

As for Wolves, it wasn’t their best performance of the season. It didn’t need to be. But it was up there.

Has there been a better January buy than Jamie O’Hara, anywhere in the Premier League?

One can only hope that Rackhams and Selfridges are keeping Danielle Lloyd amused. Because if Wolves stay up the first thing they’ll do is aim to keep him.

The only loser has been Nenad Milijas. But O’Hara offers the team so much more than the Serb.

He’s even got a song, although it’s not printable. ‘He scored against Albion and his girlfriend exercises’, isn’t far away.

David Edwards returned to the team and delivered some scintillating stuff, weaving effortlessly behind lone striker Kevin Doyle and popping up on either flank.

Matt Jarvis made so many darting runs to the byline that marker Neal Eardley looked as if his legs must be tied together or on his feet were wooden clogs not boots.