Stan has celebrated City victories in the oddest of places. The most memorable being the final whistle blowing at Munich as Stan limped a particularly rattly 30-tonne Volvo FL10 back into God's own county.
The drive back from some God-forsaken part of the Midlands had been torture, as the medium wave signal crackled in and out of the boundaries of dissemination, whilst Norwich edged their way to their most glorious hour.
The final whistle came as Stan and his truck crossed the Great Ouse at King's Lynn. A mist shrouded moment, with not a single set of headlights for as far as the eye could see.
Stan thought he had reached football supporters Nirvana as the BBC's 'finest' tried to convey the enormity of what 'plucky old Norwich' had just achieved. Oddly enough this moment is remembered as vividly and fondly as the trip to the San Siro he undertook a few short weeks later.
And so to Saturday. Cardiff. Or in Stan's case Winterton beach! Stan undertook a full on family beach walk with earpiece attached for the entire duration of the match. Oddly enough, what Stan ended up listening to was dependant on which side of the body the radio was carried. If you're interested, it was Dutch Techno if the radio was sea-side of his torso or Norfolk footie if land-side!
City and Ched's first was greeted with a Mickey Channon style, arms outstretched, wheeling away across the sands. Cardiff's equaliser was met with much throwing of large stones into the sea for the dog to retrieve, whilst the winner was just one of those great moments that will live long in the memory.
Standing atop the tallest dune in all of Winterton, Stan was playing a rather half hearted game of hide and seek. The dune gave Stan not only a great vantage point in his 'search' for the juniors, but also the best reception he had found. The final minutes ticked by and the 'hiders' began to wonder what the hell had happened to the 'seeker'.
And then from nowhere, literally nowhere, Chedwyn, back in the land of his Fathers, unleashed a shot that took the back of the net out, and for a moment shocked Chris and Neil into stunned disbelief. Once realisation of what had happened finally sunk in, Stan began a demented, fist pumping dance on top of the dune.
Any distant walker able to see Stan must surely have been concerned by the behaviour. Those slightly closer would have would merely have thought Stan was a particularly kn#bbish competitive Dad. 'Look at that idiot dear; just because he's won hide and seek. What is the world coming to?'
Stan would have loved to have been at Cardiff, and credit to those that made it, but this moment, and game, will be as indelibly etched on Stan's memory as if he had been stood in a crumbling Ninian Park eating a match pie whilst being abused by Wales soulful finest!
Prior to the high noon beech walk, Stan had been in a reflective mood. Presumably due to internationals and the end of the transfer window activity, it's seemed a quiet few days football news wise. Gazing at the table has taken up a good portion of the week. Hours have also been passed reminiscing about past glories.
At one point Stan called the juniors to sit crossed legged at his feet, lit his pipe, and told them tales of autumn.
Of happy, fun-filled, golden days, when the likes of the legendary Ian Murray guffawed and skipped City to a magnificent eight points before the dark, menacing and down-right evil presence of Roeder arrived and ruined the party for everyone!
Stan has also had the luxury of playing 'guess the team' of late. It hasn't been easy to predict who will appear in the starting 11, and even more difficult to guess the full 16. It's indisputable that Saint Glenn has hit a winning formula so subsequent discussions about tactics and formations have a certain genteel luxury about them.
Gone are those furious debates of old about the failings of Shacks and The Doc or whether our ills lay with the board's mismanagement or Grant's ineptitude. Stan will take a debate over where you play Bertrand or Gibbs over that nonsense any day of the week.
All this said, Stan has a big concern. It's about our trip to Leicester. Stan's going, a few of the boys are going, and most worryingly 'Jonah' Miller is going! Now, whilst Roeder has dealt with just about every managerial challenge thrown at him in the last three months, getting an away win whilst old Jonah's in the ground will test him to the limit.
In fact, should another away win be forthcoming at the Walkers Stadium on Saturday, Stan will personally start chiselling the statue of Saint Glenn that will surely one day stand on Carrow Road!