Now then, this is something that Stan has long since mused about, not debated at length with the boys, or declared in a bar with fist banged down on table, but has pondered long and hard and ultimately convinced himself that it is fact.
It's the importance for a football club to have momentum?upward preferably!
It's an odd concept that something as unquantifiable, in so may ways, as a football club can gain a palpable momentum but Stan believes it can.
Momentum is easy enough for a physicist to define; it's 'the impetus of a body resulting from it's motion' but trying to prove that this phenomenon might be applied to Norwich City Football Club isn't something that even Einstein would have been confident about.
Yet who would try to deny that, at certain points in their football supporting life, they have not felt a small part of an unstoppable mass as the 'Yella Army' surged on, and on and on.
Ok, Ok. It doesn't happen that often but it did, and indeed, in the not so distant past.
That bit of inertia created as we slung-shot our way to Cardiff undoubtedly gave the club the necessary forward motion that would lead us ultimately to that sun-kissed open top bus parade two years later.
The crowds returned, the players appeared to stand two inches taller and everyone started driving forward, together, pulling all and sundry onwards and ultimately upwards.
It's only now, as we continue on our downward trajectory that you start to realise how unique and uplifting that period was. Since we ran out of puff in the Premiership and started peddling backwards like a six-year old on a bike who's tried to conquer a slightly too steep incline, we've ripped ourselves assunder.
Managerial mistakes and vitriol have been followed by nigh on civil war.
A supposed brave new dawn has failed to slow the fall and we have arrived at the closed season like a falling mountaineer landing on craggy ledge.
Quite what happens when we are forced to leave that ledge on August 11th is anyone's guess!
Maybe the Turners have chucked us a rope, maybe Grant will use it to begin that long climb upwards, then again, maybe he'll hang himself with it. Stan doesn't know and judging by pub conversations there is absolutely no consensus about what will happen.
All this is why the next eight weeks are so important to this club, and probably even more crucially Grant's managerial career. He's got to stop talking and start delivering.
A game plan has to emerge. Players, quality players, have to arrive. A genuine belief has to start to exude from Colney. Who knows? Maybe Gunny might eventually make one of his contacts count!
When the whistle blows to start the season at Preston in less than two months time, Stan, and indeed the whole club need to have a bit more than that opening game dewy-eyed optimism; we all need to feel something much more profound.
We need to feel that we are going places, forward, together, upwards. It's one hell of an ask but it has been done before. Worthy did it. Walker did it. Stringer did it. Brown did it. Bond did it?Now, over to you Granty and the best of British luck!