Garnacho's Masterclass Exposes Wolves' Championship-Level Crisis

Moyen Score Futmetrix: 41/100. Chelsea's clinical dominance was never in doubt, but Wolves' impotence made for uncomfortable viewing.

When One Team Shows Up

Chelsea didn't just win—they suffocated. From the 51st minute onward, this was a Siege masquerading as a match. Alejandro Garnacho orchestrated the carnage with surgical precision, laying on two assists while threading 3 key passes through a Wolves defense that looked like it was playing in slow motion. Twenty shots to three. An 88% pass accuracy that felt like Chelsea were playing keep-ball in the final third.

The Stakes were suffocating for Wolves—bottom of the table with 2 points from 11 games, a -18 goal difference that reads like a relegation death warrant. Yet they offered nothing. Not a single shot on target. Not a single moment of resistance. By the 73rd minute, when Pedro Neto converted Garnacho's second assist, the match had already become a training ground exercise.

The Balance tilted decisively after Gusto's opener in the 51st minute—one lead change, then Chelsea disappeared into their own dominance. Eleven corners. A 6.7:1 shot ratio. This was Intensity without tension, because everyone in the stadium knew what was coming. Enzo Fernández controlled the midfield with the ease of someone playing against a training cone, his 7.9 rating reflecting competence without drama.

What killed the narrative wasn't Chelsea's excellence—it was Wolves' absence. No comebacks. No late drama. No moments where you genuinely wondered who'd prevail. This was a 3-0 scoreline that could've been 6-0 on another day, and that's precisely why it registers as hollow spectacle. The Upset meter never flickered. The favorite did what favorites do against a team drowning.

For Chelsea, it's three points toward their top-four ambitions. For Wolves, it's another chapter in a horror story that demands answers in January.