Just to give you an idea of the mentality of Wolves fans, here's something I received on a mailing list a few weeks ago:
There are two varieties of Wolves fans:
A) Those of you who already know Wolves will fail at the last hurdle. Some say that just because failures have occurred on a regular basis in the past, that doesn't mean failure is in the future. It's those same people who are likely to claim that just because the sun has been rising on a pretty regular basis, that's no indication that it will rise again tomorrow. Variety A fans recognize this and laugh sadly when they hear it.
B) Those of you who are too thick to join Variety A.
It's like being Catholic really. An organisation led by an old man who lives in what's effectively his own private country (Sir Jack Hayward owns most of Grand Bahama) that continually promises a future of happiness and joy to its followers. However, the promised land never seems to actually appear, and those followers instead spend lives filled with guilt and regular encounters with gut-wrenching despair.