Exciting isn't it? About the only good thing about losing a manager is that it leads to all sorts of flights of fantasy about who us City supporters would love to see at the helm of our beloved club.
So, at one end of the spectrum, we have: 'Come on Jose… if you really are 'The Special One', sort this lot out – we'll even chip in for the 'prudence with ambition' tattoo.
At the other, we have: Iwan for manager, Malky for coach, and Flecky for entertainments officer. But this, of course, really is fantasy football – and it serves to negate the very real pain we feel as we come to terms with another managerial failure and the dismal position that the club finds itself in.
The deadly 'third-year after relegation' is very much here to haunt us.
But, for a week or so, we can at least dream of a line being drawn in the sand, of new beginnings, and of what-might-be rather than what-is.
Now, our success rate with managers has not been good in recent times.
The Saunders-Bond-Brown-Stringer-Walker continuum that saw us survive (and even thrive from) relegation was broken the minute John Deehan took over and contrived with Chase to sell off the team and undo two decades' hard work.
Megson then took bad management and dreadful football to a new level over two stints in the job; in between, our potential saviour – Martin O'Neill – was undermined and wisely jumped ship before he got in too deep.
Both the return of Walker and, next up, Bruce Rioch, proved to be false-dawns, although in both cases it was the inexperience of the board – rather than the men themselves – that arguably rendered their time so fruitless. Why, given the illness and death of his wife, Walker was not given a sabbatical Stan will never know.
As for Rioch, a good man was undermined from behind, paving the way for Bryan Hamilton to wine and dine his way to the top. That, Stan would argue, really was the worst team in Norwich's recent history (say what you like about PG, but his players were not journeymen who simply did not care).
Of course, Worthy provided salvation, having been met with suspicion by us supporters fearing the board had gone cheap and easy. Once the 'dream' unravelled, however, normal service was resumed via the choice of Peter Grant – he did his best, but ?
And so, who next?
The popular choices seem to be Paul Jewel or Steve Bruce, though Stan fears both are unlikely to take up what clearly is the top job in football: Jewel for geographical, Bolton and aspirational reasons, Bruce because he remains in place at Brum (despite talk of his days being numbered).
Both would wish for money to spend, meaning that the Turners would have to be very serious if we are to recruit one of the peoples' choices.
After that, we are back to old-timers with much experience (Joe Royle), young up-and-comers (Allen, Ince), or the inexperienced with City connections (Crook, Bowen), any of which would constitute a gamble by the board.
Do the old-timers still 'want it', are the up-and-comers really just the emperor's new clothes, are the inexperienced really management material?
Indeed, old Granty has queered the pitch for the likes of Crook (so close to getting the job last year) and Bowen – opinion seems to be that at least some management experience is an absolute must. Whatever, Stan hopes the real loose-canons (Hoddle, Souness, Keegan) will be kept at distance.
Of course, we may get a surprise. Perhaps Aage Heriede will get dressed up again and bring his international experience back to Carrow Road?
Whatever, we supporters must remember that managerial appointments are always a gamble; that the most well-known options are not always the best; and that our job is to get behind whoever it is appointed to such a heady position.
For what it's worth, Stan would go for Jewel if he thought it a real possibility. After that, well, we better ask Hucks who he wants?