Wolves blogger Tim Spiers is ready for a nail-biting Survival Sunday as the club’s Premier League fate is finally decided at Molineux.

Sleeping has proved to be difficult this week.

As has talking, walking, drinking, eating and generally existing without thinking about anything other than Wolverhampton Wanderers versus Blackburn Rovers.

The nerves began when the final whistle blew at Wigan last week and the Premier League table after 37 games each reared its ugly head.

The gates to the apocalypse opened to reveal that one point separated five teams and two of them would be banished to the Championship come 6pm this Sunday.

I’m still staring at positions 15th to 19th and finding it difficult to comprehend.

After nine months’ of football it’s come down to this – the width of a cigarette paper separating the hopes, dreams and disasters of so many thousands of supporters.

No doubt Sunday will be a marvellous spectacle for the neutral, who can whimsically gaze slack-jawed at the TV, stuffing their faces with maize-based snacks and flicking casually between three live screenings without a care in the world.

They can revel in our misery, dance on our emotions, while we’re submitted to a particularly brutal form of Chinese torture. God help us if Blackburn score first.

If I hear the phrase “hey Tim, looking forward to Sunday?” one more time I cannot be held accountable for my actions. A crazed George Elokobi-style wrath complete with a wrestling clothesline finale is not out of the question.

In answer to everyone’s query, I’m not looking forward to Sunday. Who, apart from the former president of a certain motor racing federation, actively looks forward to torment and suffering?

“Come on there’s no way Blackpool will win at Old Trafford” say people with absolutely no knowledge of the notion that common sense does not exist in football say.

Does no one remember West Ham winning there, on the last day of 2006-07, when Manchester United had already been crowned champions?

It only happened four years ago. Wake up and smell your wistful ignorance – a precedent has already been set! Reason and sanity just doesn’t exist at this time of the season.

For a start who’d have thought, after the capitulation at Stoke just 24 days ago, that we were about to embark on a three-game unbeaten run that would include back-to-back 3-1 victories?

Did anyone predict that Bolton would score three at Blackpool last weekend and still lose, or that Wigan would come from two goals down to beat West Ham in stoppage time?

Sheffield United thought they were pretty safe when winning 2-1 at Stamford Bridge on the last day of the 1993-94 season, but ended up losing 3-2 and seeing five – yes five – other results go against them as they were relegated to the second tier.

Personally, I can see Wigan getting three points at Stoke and Tottenham narrowly edging out Birmingham at White Hart Lane – but it’s the Blackpool result I’m most worried about.

On a big Old Trafford pitch the game is likely to be open and expansive and, although Blackpool’s defence is leaky, they can score a few at the other end too.

Desire plays a huge part and, if they can play with confidence, I just wouldn’t be surprised to see them nick it.

Thankfully, it seems that manager Mick McCarthy is of a different mindset to this panicking deranged blogger and, in public at least, has his poker face on.

Listening to McCarthy, Jez Moxey and Steve Morgan confidently assess our survival chances at the end of season dinner on Wednesday, you’d wonder what this relegation malarkey was all about.

The trio were unwavering in their steadfast belief that all will be well at Molineux this Sunday.

It was an impressive front of defiance, in the style we’ve become very accustomed to this season, and it’s a mindset which hopefully drips down to the playing squad.

In McCarthy, as opposed to Sunday’s visitors, we have a manager equipped with the necessary experience to cope with last-day hysteria.

I see Blackburn as a decent team with a poor manager in Steve Kean and, on their day, they are capable of beating anyone.

Phil Jones and Junior Hoilett are wonderful young talents, Jason Roberts is always a handful and Christopher Samba is a colossus in both penalty areas. In short they shouldn’t be underestimated.

But neither should they be feared as we have a few things, such as our home record and recent momentum, on our side.

McCarthy can have the luxury of naming an unchanged side, or bringing in Kevin Doyle  – if fit – and Matt Jarvis.

This has been important in recent weeks, as has putting players such as Michael Mancienne and Stephen Ward in their rightful positions.

We’re at our best when we’re brave and bold and, although the stakes are so high, I would like to see us attack from the off, taking the game to Blackburn and playing with a quick tempo.

If they can block out the noise and the occasion we could – could – be OK.

There you go, I’ve nearly talked myself round.

Enjoy the game – if you can.