Rubbish; not good enough; depressing; frustrating; fleetingly good; then concede from a corner; can't keep ten players on the pitch; no luck; but then not good enough to make their own luck; blah, blah, blah…
Stan is as bored of hearing about it as he is of having to watch it.
And as for trying to come up with a new angle from which to write something witty and interesting about City's dire efforts?just leave the old boy be at the bar, alone with his thoughts and his pint.
Within those beery thoughts Stan concludes there are some seriously compelling reasons to start planning for the worst.
Firstly, and obviously, our form – 'nailed on' relegation form.
The last 12 games read, three wins, one draw and eight defeats. The last seven games read five defeats, one draw and one win.
Our not particularly inspiring form at the start to the season is slowly but surely getting worse. Nothing sudden, nothing dramatic, just a steady deteriorating slide towards the bottom three, a slide we seem utterly incapable of halting.
If we continue like this during December and six vital games that month holds for us then we will obviously be entrenched in the bottom three come the New Year.
Those forthcoming fixtures aren't too pleasant. Three relegation six-pointers, a derby, and trips to the Thames Valley and South London. Forget Palace and Reading away; ain't going to happen; we all know that.
The Binners at home? One off occasion, but Stan fancies this is almost City's December 'banker' – the one Stan does expect three points from.
Watford away? Mid-week? New manager? Six-pointer? You'd take a point, but end up empty handed. Let's guess, goal from a corner?
So that leaves the home games against Charlton and Forest. If we are going to win in December they are the two to win. The problem is, of course, Charlton and Forest will be thinking the same thing and we ain't too clever at home at the moment, let alone at home at Christmas.
Of course, we have struggled with injuries and suspensions this season but Stan isn't convinced that makes much of a difference.
The team against Wednesday was as good as we have, if you are honest with yourselves about the form of the absent players and the disappointing impact they have had on the team when they have played. There is no overlooked ingredient in the cupboard for Roeder to add to the pot and turn the impalatable into the palatable.
So the team needs some reinforcements. Sure does, but what money do we have? What quality of player can you get with that money?
You fear the worst about the January transfer window, not simply because we might struggle to get players in who will strengthen us but also because of the possibility of us becoming weaker. Not only might we lose some loanees, but what if we get offers for Marshall, Clingan, Hoolahan and Bell?
Of course, there is a quality player who'd gladly play for us and would make a difference. But for Hucks to pull on a yellow jersey and ride to the rescue Roeder would have to admit he was wrong to allow Hucks to go in the first place. Roeder admits he's wrong? Stan doesn't believe he'll see that day dawn.
Of course, the most damning thing about our current plight is the fact that our infallible manager's career record as a manager, now over 400 games old, is in the region of 1.25 points a game.
Even if our slide bottoms out and we manage to maintain Roeder's career average this season we would be left perilously close to? well, as anyone who has spent recent time in the States and picked up some of the lingo might say: ?You do the maths…?