Just how did Wolves win that? That was the question on the lips of relieved Wolves fans trooping away from Molineux on Saturday night.
Outplayed and out-chanced, Wolves somehow made it five straight league wins for the first time since November 2008.
But, in the context of a sapping League One campaign, all that matters is the result.
In the long weeks and months to come, these will prove to be a far more worthy three points than they seem at this early stage.
Certainly if Swindon continue to play as well as they did at Molineux, they will be right up there challenging for promotion.
Rather than raising their game against Wolves, regular Robins observers insist they have been performing like that all season.
In on-loan Tottenham midfielders Ryan Mason and Alex Pritchard, Swindon had the best two outfield players in the game.
Thankfully for Wolves, they had goalkeeper Carl Ikeme on top form.
When asked afterwards if his team was lucky to have won, head coach Kenny Jackett insisted it wasn’t down to luck they have such a fine keeper.
He was keen to stress Wolves won’t have things their own way this season.
If any game proved his point, it was this one as they remained spluttering in first gear for much of the time, lost the ball far too cheaply and struggled to win it back against a slicker, superior footballing outfit.
But if Saturday was a reminder of the difficulty Wolves face in overcoming the varied opposition in League One, then they quickly found another once they returned to the sanctuary of their dressing room.
Despite chalking up that fifth straight league win, Wolves found themselves a place lower in third in League One, on goal difference after Peterborough’s 3-0 win at Bristol City.
In a testing month, Wolves know it won’t get any easier.
They’re well aware they will expect a similar test when Walsall arrive for part two of the alternative Black Country derby tomorrow night, before another in a trip to Shrewsbury on Saturday lunchtime and the visit of the division’s other big guns, Sheffied United, seven days afterwards.
Sooner or later, Wolves will taste defeat – and at times it looked like it might come on Saturday.
Thankfully they always had the insurance of a goal or two to withstand the blows coming their way.
But they didn’t help themselves with their sloppy and unconvincing play in defence and midfield and less-than-clinical finishing.
Poor David Davis tested the crowd’s patience at times in an unusually laboured performance he won’t want to remember in a hurry. But he wasn’t the only one who failed to shine with several players nowhere near as commanding as they have been.
Wolves were as constrained and unfamiliar – playing a diamond formation in midfield – as they had looked comfortable and flexible in it at Vale Park 14 days before.
Key performers such as Bakary Sako and Leigh Griffiths weren’t as effective as they have been.
It was a day when they needed a helping hand or two and they certainly got that – starting with the opening goal.
That Scott Golbourne’s third-minute cross flew in was a real fluke, his overhit deep centre from the left wing being completely misjudged by keeper Wes Foderingham to sail into the top corner.
But if Wolves thought an opening goal was going to nullify the opposition, they were very much mistaken as Swindon controlled the rest of the half, forcing the hosts to attack on the counter.
Although Griffiths should have done better than sidefooting too close to Foderingham after superbly controlling Sako’s through ball in the 25th minute, Swindon swiftly returned to the offensive.
Ikeme came to the rescue, producing a fine save to deny Mason on 29 minutes and then, soon after, beat away Pritchard’s angled drive.
When Wolves somehow made it 2-0, two minutes before the break, it was against the run of play.
But if it was an afternoon of toil, chewed fingernails and exasperation for Wolves fans, then they at least showed their new united backing of the team.
That was evident in their celebrations for the scorer as the South Bank joyously acclaimed Kevin Doyle’s account opener for the season as he nodded home Griffiths’ cross after the Scot had done brilliantly to chisel out an opening when he’d been driven to the byeline in a move started by Doyle.
And it was heartening that the frustration at Davis’ performance didn’t manifest itself into the poison which has choked numerous players at Molineux.
If Wolves thought the cushion of their lead would suffocate Swindon’s spirit they were sadly mistaken, however.
The hosts returned to the fray in a more orthodox 4-4-2, but their attempts at cohesion jarred as Swindon skipped around them and sliced through them.
Mason sidefooted wide after a one-two split the defence on 57 minutes then when he tried the same move six minutes later, Wolves were saved by the post.
Then Ikeme came to the rescue in stunning style.
His instinctive leap across goal to smother Nathan Thompson’s flying header on 71 minutes left the ground buzzing.
Then, after substitute Dany N’Guessan reduced the arrears when he powered home in the 82nd minute, the keeper produced a smart save from Pritchard’s half volley with two minutes left.
Jackett stressed in the build-up to this game the importance of substitutes.
And, just like a double switch was pivotal when Lee Evans and Bjorn Sigurdarson swung the game Wolves’ way against Port Vale a fortnight before, so it proved again.
Kevin Foley’s first goal since the 3-2 Premier League win against Sunderland in November 2010 looked to have clinched it for Wolves.
The popular defender, who came on for Sako with seven minutes left to shore things up, found himself in unfamiliar territory but kept his composure to deftly lift the ball over Foderingham to convert Sigurdarson’s cross first time.
Swindon weren’t finished and Mason belatedly netted with a superb 25-yard shot in the first minute of time added on.
Wolves finally emerged with the three points and almost 20,000 fans could breathe again.
There can be few complaints that the supporters aren’t getting value for money at the moment.
And the entertainment is sure to continue tomorrow night...
By Tim Nash