Wolves director John Gough has been chief diplomat and ‘meeter and greeter’ on this trip, spreading the good word of the club wherever he’s been.

As readers of the tour diary before will know, the building tycoon has already given up two weeks’ work and his son Charlie’s graduation from Leeds university to head up this trip Down Under.

Now he has revealed two more sacrifices which haven’t won him popularity back home. He also misses two milestone birthdays tomorrow – Charlie, who is 21, and mother-in-law Connie Marshall, who turns 80.

Don’t worry though Helen, he’s coping. He’s fine.

They might be 10,000 miles away, but there was a touch of home for Wolves at last night’s game.

First, the Molineux signature tune of Jeff Beck’s Hi Ho Silver Lining boomed out of the tannoy system before and after the game.

And secondly, the players were reminded of how much the club means to the fans with numerous gold shirts dotted around the stadium.

Perth Glory may have been disappointed with the crowd of 11,083, but the visitors will have been delighted with the pockets of Wolves fans, who must have numbered several hundred.

Indeed, fans flew in from Singapore, Thailand, New Zealand and Tasmania, as well as Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney, the Gold Coast and Brisbane for the game.

And it was a special evening for one exiled fan, Stewart Palmer.

Now 47, the Adelaide-based electrical engineer has supported Wolves all his life but had never got to see his heroes in action until last night.

His family emigrated from Stowheath Lane, Bilston in 1969 when he was just seven.

His only source of Wolves information down the years were pinks and programmes sent from his late uncle and granddad.

But after watching training yesterday morning, he finally he made it to a game – and took his equally Wolves-daft son Blake, 17, too.

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And finally, Wolves club reporter John Hendley kindly provided us with a priceless moment at a pre-match get-together between club officials before last night’s game.

A well-drafted speech by director John Gough had gone down well among the assembled throng, and the nibbles were being served.

All was going well untilÊa tray of oysters was offered to ‘Foz’, who promptly asked whether they had any pork scratchings instead.

You can take the man out of Wolverhampton . . .