They say a week is a long time in football.

Friday alone felt like an eternity for Steve Morgan.

Saturday didn’t look much better as of 3.45.

Thankfully for our beleaguered chairman and everyone else in old gold, Terry Connor played it steady to drag us out of the dropzone by 5.

Stepping out from behind the clipboard, TC was everything our board haven’t been the last two weeks – bold and decisive.

Removing skipper Roger Johnson was a gutsy call and one that delivered on the promise he made in yesterday’s press conference to do things his own way.

Richard Stearman gobbled up the chance and looked assured throughout.

The same can be said of Ronald Zubar, thrown straight in and showcasing the pace and power he has in spades that we always desperately lack in his absence.

Zubes was my man of the match without question.

Sadly, Christophe Berra, another player recalled by the new gaffer wasn’t quite so rewarding.

The Scot’s early gaffe allowed Newcastle in to plunder the early goal we all dreaded.

And when Jonas Gutierrez pinged in an unstoppable second minutes later, you wondered what else could possibly go wrong for poor old Terry.

It would have been easy to panic.

But he kept his cool.

Wolves continued to pass and probe as they had done from the very start, eventually enjoying the luck they deserved to drag themselves back from the dead.

Matt Jarvis doesn’t score many, but he’s looking more likely right now, aided on this occasion by wicked deflection to see the ball loop into the net.

From nowhere – salvation.

Kevin Doyle deserved his goal, leading the line as we know he can and gleefully prodding home the equaliser when the ball ran loose.

Suddenly it’s all eyes on the dugout.

We’re back in it, so now what?

Jamie O’Hara withdrawn. Michael Kightly on. Fresh legs. Immediate action.

The clock’s ticking down and Newcastle are coming forward.

Jarvis off. Hunt on. More cover needed. No messing around.

Injury time. 5 minutes to see out.

Milijas on. Rundown the clock. Disrupt the rhythm.

I understood each and every one of TC’s decisions today and would go as far as to say he played it to perfection.

If this was the first test of his fledgling managerial credentials, he passed.

And following two weeks of bickering and uncertainty, why wouldn’t you smile?

I think it’s about time we all allow ourselves one of those.

We are Wolves.