I couldn't help but wonder if any of the travelling City party might have been listening to a certain national radio sports station as they made the long journey down to Home Park?
The presenter was discussing the potential relegation candidates from the Championship this season, and in response to whom he thought the three unfortunate teams might be next May, replied dismissively; ?Well there's only two places left to consider really, because Norwich have already gone…?
Oh how I hoped the Canaries had heard that, and were filled with such a determination to ram those comments back down the throat of that callous presenter that it would have been all the motivation they would have needed.
But then again they couldn't have, because once again it was City back to their unproductive and lifeless old selves again yesterday, and another 90 minutes when they were never in the contest.
If it wasn't totally one-way traffic, it certainly looked like men against boys for the long periods in the game, that's for sure.
On the one hand we had Ian Holloway's Plymouth side looking solidly-balanced and dovetailing well together when they had the ball, and on the other City looking and doing anything but.
And given the balance of play Plymouth could quite easily have won by a greater margin, and they would certainly have done so but for the want of missing gilt-edged chances after some excellent approach play.
Striker's Barry Hayles and Sylvain Ebanks-Blake caused the Canaries' rearguard problems all afternoon with their unselfish running and powerful hold-up play, and they were ably abetted by the quality provided to them by the likes of bag-of-tricks winger Lee Martin and other midfielders Lilian Nalis, Peter Halmosi and David Norris.
In return City offered very little indeed in terms of a significant goal threat or even a suggestion that any sustained periods of pressure were forthcoming.
To able to do that, of course, you have to be able to keep the ball effectively and have players that understand each other's game adequately enough in order for it to happen, and again on that score you could see that Plymouth could tick all the boxes, whereas City were a million miles off even coming close to being able to do so.
Time after time Norwich needlessly and frustratingly handed the ball straight back to their opponents once they had regained it, and you could see by their body language that the players themselves realised that they would not be good enough to be able to turn things around.
Heads had dropped, shoulders were sagging and no doubt hearts would have also been heavy.
If the new City boss might have thought that things were not as bad as might have been made out here at Norwich after his first game in charge against Ipswich, he would certainly have been given more food for thought two days later against Watford.
But after Saturday's events he'll be wondering what he's let himself in for, because for the umpteenth time again this season, Norwich simply weren't at the races.
Oh, and that flippant radio presenter? Well, on this showing, I'm afraid he's not wrong, is he?