Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Woeful, embarrassing, gutless, hopeless.
If Stanley was in a joking mode he would say we were lucky to get nought.
Perhaps that's wrong, City were actually lucky that Wolves, who took us to the absolute cleaners, weren't good enough to convert any more of their countless chances.
Because let's get one thing straight from the start: Wolves aren't particularly good.
Maybe with the Charlton game you could say: 'Well, Charlton are always going to be a little bit too good for us…' but that simply doesn't work as an excuse for Wolves.
This was a shambles which really does bode ill for the coming season. The worst we have played since Worthy's last game in charge.
Seven games in and we are yet to play well in any match. Three games away from the barometer tenth league game – let's just all take the dog for a very long walk when we make up the numbers at the City of Manchester Stadium this week and pretend we forgot City were playing; if you haven't got a dog beg, borrow or steal one – and City's wagon is beginning to look very shaky.
When after the game the manager says he struggles to motivate the players and your star player says this is the worst City side he's played in, you don't get the inkling that a change in the direction of our current slide is coming anytime soon.
In defence of the manager, you could argue that it was one of those occasions where the players simply didn't 'turn up', leaving the manager well and truly hung out to dry.
Discussions about the rights and wrongs of Grant's team selections and formations get rendered meaningless when the players aren't up to the task – whether physically or mentally – they've been assigned to do.
The problem for the manager is whose fault is that? This was a performance like those at the end of the Worthy reign where he'd simply lost the ability to get the players to perform how he wanted them to. This is now Grant's team.
Allowing a new team time to 'bed in' is fair enough, but you need to be seeing some signs of the green shoots of recovery if you are to have any faith in the team which is supposedly taking shape before your eyes.
Something to cling to, something to believe in, something to allow yourself – no, kid yourself – that going to The Valley, going to Molineaux, going to Loftus Road is not a complete waste of time and money.
Stanley doesn't expect us to win, but he does expect to travel in hope. It's that all-important quality which is threatened by performances like this.
As for our forthcoming fixtures, well Wroxham at home at the moment would be tricky, but they do leave a certain sense of unease hanging over Stanley.
Sheffield Wednesday at home? Well their recent record at Carrow Road is good; they've just recorded their first win; oh yes, and the game is on the telly.
Then there's Scunthorpe, little old Scunthorpe on a Tuesday night… Good start behind them, nothing to lose, everything to gain. Mmmm… sounds like Colchester last season to me. But have the mighty Scunny got an ex-City striker with a point to prove in their team though? Oh, they've just signed one…
Then there is QPR away. Basement strugglers, snapping at the heels by the time we turn up at Rangers Stadium. Away in London; it's on a Monday night; it's on the telly.
With Stan's mate 'Jonah' Millar, fresh from extending his winless streak of City games in London to 19 following the Charlton defeat, threatening to go, it would be a brave man who backed a City win that night.
For Stanley what is poignant about the QPR game is that it was City's visit to Loftus Road in the autumn of last year where Grant first sat in the stands to watch his soon-to-be new charges.
What more appropriate place for judgement to be passed on the Grant reign, a year on, this autumn?
Any more performances like this, over the course of these three games, and the question of what exactly has sacking Worthy and replacing him with Grant achieved will be getting legitimately raised by more than the odd website columnist…