Well, it could be worse. We could be Sunderland fans, or Wolves, or Derby.
We did at least win, in the end; and we do seem to have found a goalkeeper who can save penalties. Hucks looked a cut above when on the ball.
Erm, we kept going; we are in the next round.
And that's about it, really. For drawing with and being, for the first-half at least (not to mention parts of extra time), out-played by the team currently 91st in English football was rather humiliating.
Indeed, Stan cannot remember so ramshackle a first-half performance for some time. So messy and uncoordinated was it, in fact, that Stan was almost longing for the solid, but wholly unspectacular strategies that we took to Preston and Hull.
Put bluntly, we were dreadful.
Poor old Murray had a nightmare; why he was played at all is baffling given that it seems he was ill. Our centre-back pairing continued to add to their ever-growing compilation of comedy moments, once more demonstrating what every City fan knows – that this is the most ill-suited centre-back partnership tried and stuck with since Fleming and Charlton.
The midfield looked either tired or in a sulk with eachother. Brellier, in particular, needs to sort himself and get with the pace.
Stan, for one, can't wait forever for 'The Judge' to do what has been promised of him.
Up front, Hucks did his thing but always looked like an individual rather than a member of a team, probably due to his groin/hip injury delaying his participation in squad training.
Across from him, the game just seemed to be passing Martin and Dublin by until the half-time whistle put us all out of our misery.
As we know, things improved slightly in the second-half. Even so, to be taken to extra-time, to not really put to rights the disarray of the first-half, and to still be prone to defensive insecurities, means that this was not a cup triumph that Stan will ever hold dear.
Not good, not good at all.
But where does this 'victory' leave us in the grander scheme of things? Well, Stan likes to seek a way out of problems rather than succumbing to them.
There were extenuating circumstances. We have a new team that has yet to gel; certain players played with illness, injury and without match-fitness.
Equally, we can all see the potential in certain players, and we all know that our main problems are (a) a couple of notable injuries, (b) the lack of a creative edge to link midfield with attack, and (c) the aforementioned centre-back pairing.
Of these, the first two are solvable given Mother Nature and, hopefully, a mix of coaching and time.
The last depends on pulling a quality loan signing out of the bag, and then splashing big cash on an experienced leadership figure to anchor the team and bind it all together.
Until this happens, we supporters will have to take results such as at Hull, and performances such as at Rochdale, on the chin.
Now is the time to rally behind the Canaries, to hope bad performances can still glean points, and to believe that Cardiff can receive a tonking on Saturday.
In the meantime, we must trust that the bean counters, coaching staff and whatever Gunny is to conspire to find the final pieces to our footballing jigsaw.
Otherwise, if we think too long and hard about games such as Rochdale, then that awful mood of antipathy and doom will once more descend over Carrow Road. And that really would be a disaster.