This isn't going to be pretty. If you are of a sensitive disposition it's probably best to look away? now, because Stan is peed off; actually, no he isn't peed off, he's totally f******* savage.
A day and a shed load of money down the swanny and what has he got to show for it? Sweet FA, bar a very unpleasant taste left in his mouth, and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach and neither were caused by the Portaloo Road catering.
Out-thought, out-fought, out-played. Pathetic. It was as if the footballing gods had deemed that everyone of a City persuasion was going to have a stinker on the same day, and what a totally ridiculous day for it to happen.
Absolutely no-one can, or should, have boarded the team bus home with even a modicum of satisfaction. There wasn't a single yellow shirted player out there who matched, let alone bettered, their opposite number, and that includes the coaching staff.
Let's start at the top. Formation. Now Stan is a big Roeder fan make no mistake, but what on earth was going on playing Jamie out wide? He posed not a modicum of threat for the entire game.
In the centre the combative pairing of 'Panty' Patty and Russell was never going to possess the guile required to feed the 'wide' men or unlock a determined Ipswich rearguard, especially when all around them blue shirts buzzed with intelligence and urgency.
Fair enough this was not Roeder's pairing of choice, but due to Fozzy's injury, decisions had to be made, and boy, oh boy did those made backfire? The problem wasn't entirely with the central pairing, but it had a lot to do with the knock-on effect of having to play them there.
Bertrand lost his minder, Pattison; subsequently he lost his man, Haynes; and ultimately we lost the match; emphatically.
Poor old Ryan was murdered. From a player who has looked quality and calmness personified for so many weeks, suddenly he was reduced to a panic-stricken shell of his former self at the mere sight of Danny Haynes.
You can imagine Steve Foley planning our demise in the week gone by. He knows Hucks of old, he knows the quality he has got with Haynes. Thus, play Haynes out right, give the order to play your outlet ball into the hole between a front-footed Hucks and the young and exposed full-back behind him and away you go.
OK it's not as simple as that, but the fact that from first minute to last that ball was causing pandemonium, gave just a tiniest clue that maybe someone needed to act to plug the hole or prevent it's execution.
From poor old Pearce's bizarre and unfortunate own goal onwards there was only ever going to be one winner as the binners went to work and made the most of the space they had to themselves in the centre. We seemed to have no answers and neither did Roeder. It was Grantesque freezing in the head-lights whilst his team were taken to the cleaners.
'We need to change this before they get a second…' was followed by 'He's got to change it round at half-time…' and then ultimately 'This is humiliating, how the hell is the score still only 2-1..?' We seemed to sleepwalk through one of the worst derby performances Stan can remember without ever threatening to get back into it.
Now please don't expect objectivity from Stan after a humiliation like that. Stan's Norfolk born and Norfolk bred. This game is about so much more that football; it's in his genes.
Like all Norfolk men and women should be, Stan's hugely proud of his county, his City and the club he loves, so watching a capitulation like that doesn't feel like merely losing a game of football, it hurts Stan to his very soul.
Even sitting down to write about it hurts and maybe that's the thing; that's the thing that players don't 'get' however many times they claim to. That's why they can produce a 'performance' like that on such a crucial day whilst we can merely look on in disbelief.
Defeat Stan can take; what he witnessed today he can't.
So where does that leave us? Teetering on the brink again with a three game fight for survival ahead of us. Based on what he's just witnessed Stan's not feeling too confident about where this season will now lead.
Like all supporters he's had enough anguish to fight his way through this season without a trip to Hillsborough to ensure our survival.
Right now Stan's just weary; weary and hurting. Rallying calls can wait 'til tomorrow because at this very moment Stan just hasn't got the heart.