To those who witnessed it first hand, it was the last straw. To those on the pitch, it was pretty much the last hurrah of a ageing, dying team who should have been put to rest a long time ago.
When we next see our men in claret and blue again, at Nottingham Forest on Sunday and then against Spurs back at the stadium of death for managers - five now gone (one twice, obviously) in the nine years in Stratford, with Graham Potter odds on soon to be the sixth - there will be multiple changes, with more heroes from Prague potentially gone.Others joining the 20 players from all levels who have been sold, freed or loaned off the wage bill.
You sense “something is rotten in the state of Denmark” - or Stratford, in the case of David Sullivan - if you will allow me to criminally mangle that line from Hamlet.
The shocking defeat at Wolves on Tuesday night just about summed up everything wrong with West Ham, for which nothing has gone right from the final whistle two-and-a-bit years ago in that European final.
Yes, fans were angry - resigned even - and one or two decided to have a pop at Jarrod Bowen, the least likely target for abuse you could find at West Ham, such has been the way he has carried this team of incompetents for months and months.
No wonder he was upset - his reaction out of character for a player who has not pushed for a transfer while all around him is crumbling - but he has nothing to apologise for. Maybe the dickhead in the hoody could bring himself to apologise?
That aside, it deflected from the core issues. The rest of this window, which closes on Monday, will decide and dictate our season. Weeks of no activity are now being replaced by a frantic salvo of bids to try to rebuild a squad that, under Potter, has won just five of 22 cup and league matches since the 50 year-old took over in early January.
I had a long time to reflect on all this, "standing on the station (Wolverhampton actually) in need of education". Sorry, I experienced the Oasis phenomenon at Wembley last month, the nearest it was suggested that I’d get to seeing my football team there any time soon.
Wolverhampton can be a inhospitable place. There's no access to any local pubs, nothing open anywhere near the station to buy sustenance - even just a bottle of water.
I’d watched my London-bound colleagues disappear south from the platform opposite and had to sit and watch the Wolves hordes likewise on their merry way home. I was left sitting there all alone waiting for the last train to Manchester.
I promise you it was a painful experience, comparing how bad this was in relation to other relegation seasons. Just how awful is this excuse for a defence that do not know how to defend their box, do not clear their lines with any authority, do not challenge, jump or stop crosses pouring in from the flanks?
How can a one-pace midfield can be so overrun, even if Tomas Soucek managed to do the one thing that should - no promises - keep him at the club. “Soucek again, Soucek again” echoed from the away fans.
Lucas Paqueta’s diving header - I cannot countenance any situation that sees him sold to Spurs, yet again no promises. Losing that 2-1 lead in eight minutes was criminal and Potter did nothing to help himself with too-late substitutions as Wolves threw on a handful of players to turn the match on its head.
The Head Coach's team sheet spoke volumes of where we are. How can we keep selecting Guido Rodriguez, who is soon to depart, ahead of Freddie Potts? Does Potter not trust the lad even after a promising pre-season?
And if Ollie Scarles cannot get a game in a League Cup tie, he may as well go out on loan. The same applies to Callum Marshall and Lewis Orford, they are just not going to get a game. Their former team mate Kaelan Casey is already getting first team action on loan to Swansea City.
If we lose to Forest and then to Spurs, I just cannot see Potter keeping his job. His seemingly muddled selections and lack of urgency may well hide the real Potter, but the fans can’t see it now and see him as a dead man walking.
One part of me feels some sympathy. He’s working for David Sullivan and you can make your own minds up on how that pans out. He seems also to be working against a couple of favoured agents as well as an insidious campaign to undermine his head of recruitment Kyle Macaulay.
There have been more than a few nasty attacks on Macaulay who, from what is understood, is the guy who identifies targets with the negotiating, buying and contracts handled by the ‘Director of Football’ - and that’s been Sullivan now for months, despite what the grifters keep saying.
I still maintain that when Tim Steidten was sacked, Potter expected another DoF to be appointed and would have championed Dan Ashworth. But that was firmly knocked on the head, and the strange trio of Potter, Macaulay and Sullivan have been operating, along with the aforementioned agents.
A relationship not made in heaven, and unlikely to last beyond its first anniversary.
You feel that the right thing to do is to allow Potter the time to bed in the new arrivals, see others off the premises and do what he does best - to cultivate the spirit and collective that West Ham so desperately need now.
But as this industry dictates, nobody gets the time they want or deserve. Potter is now on the brink.
You’d expect Soungoutou Masassa from Monaco to be completed so he can figure at Forest, while the Mateus Fernandez deal appears to be on again. Yet there still needs to be a couple more to inject some life into our team.
But you know us, nothing happens quickly and we will be thrashing around on Monday trying to do deals. Paqueta to Spurs, anyone..?
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