Quick sit down Stan you'll get a nose-bleed! Yep the day has finally dawned, we are off the bottom of the table.
We've been so long at the bottom that 23rd really is nose-bleed territory. Fortunately Stan has got a couple of days at this altitude to adjust to the lesser levels of oxygen in the atmosphere, before resuming the long hard slog up Mountain Survival.
Stanley's simply not used to being at this dizzying height, so a couple of days rest enjoying the view is just what Dr Stanley ordered.
In many ways Stanley would happily confine this game to the 'We won and that's all that counts…' file, never to discuss the game again with friend or foe. This is mainly because we played pretty poorly.
Frankly, if we play like that repeatedly then we will lose considerably more than we will win. We got away with it last night.
But hey, isn't that the sign of a good team, to be able to win when your playing badly? Either that or a sign that Roeder, as he no doubt already knows, really has to work some transfer magic come the window re-opening in January.
Argyle could quite rightly count themselves unlucky. But you do make you own luck and the Plymouth shooting was so abysmal that you got the distinct impression that the barn door at the Plymouth training ground doesn't require repairing too often as shoots sailed here there and everywhere apart from at Marshall's goal.
It was like watching Stanley and his good mate, Matty Drinkell, playing five-a-side. As for being a banjo repairman in Devon, forget it.
The one piece of clinical finishing, on the night, came from City and from a young man with a big future, Ched Evans. Ched looked the part in his all action style and comfortable technique.
You suspect that Jamie's second-half miss, in comparison to his young strike partner's clinical second minute finish, may well be the last action we see of Cureton in front of the Barclay for a little while. It will be Dublin-Evans up front for the immediate future.
As for the centre midfield pairing Stanley is still very uneasy about the Rusty-Fozzy combo. It's just too weak; we need some more muscle.
The reason Rusty keeps getting booked is because he's always chasing after the ball, having been out-muscled in the first place, forcing him to dive in with desperate tackles. The interesting step by Roeder of making Fozzy captain suggests that it maybe Russell more at risk of being re-placed.
Roeder obviously sees something in Fozzy – fair enough in Stan's eyes. Glenn has earned the right to enjoy the benefit of the doubt with these kind of decisions.
As for the normal captain, well it was interesting to note that as soon as Shackell and Doherty were re-united we concede from a corner. With Taylor's departure after Saturday, the next five games will be real test of the ability of Glenn to get these two working as well together as they do when playing alongside Taylor. The hole Taylor will leave is by no means 'Tiny'.
But ultimately, despite some Stanley concerns, last night was a big, big three points.
We are now, finally, off the bottom and within two points of a clutch of teams. Plus of course the whole ?who'll go into administration?? question hanging over a number of clubs, a fate which would almost guarantee relegation for the effected club.
We now have Robbo's Sheffield United, Lord alone knows which one will turn up.
Stanley would love a win – Oh, boy, he would – but a point would do for the time being, giving us ten points from the last five games.
It is then on to two massive away six-pointers – Colchester and Sunny Scunny.
Don't lose either and somehow win one of them and operation 'Staying Up, Up, Up' will really start to move through the gears.
It would also mean Stanley's Christmas will be brightening up a treat. With Charlton, Wolves and the fixture computer's April fools come some three months early in the shape of a New Year's Day trip to Selhurst Park to come, that may prove to be a short-lived festive hiatus.
But then it will be the January sells and the start of the real fun for a month, courtesy of course of the Turners' chequebook. Now where did I put my oxygen mask?