Recently by Ross Hawkes

TO put it mildly, Wolves' Carling Cup run ended in unglamorous fashion.

Against League Two opposition, inside the running track of a three-quarters deserted athletics stadium, Mick McCarthy's rejigged team was a shadow of the fluent attacking force that has adorned the Championship this season.

During 120 dreary minutes, it was impossible to distinguish aspiring Premiership side from League Two outfit.

Then came penalties - and Rotherham sealed the passage they deserved.

TONIGHT'S League Cup opponents are forever cursed by the image of two Scouse kids drinking milk.

But while Ian Rush and his dairy produce advice has come and gone, Accrington have gone from strength to strength.