It is difficult for this Stan to work up the heart to pass comment on this latest chapter of a sorry, sorry season.
Any sense of anger at it all has generally passed with the sacking of Roeder.
Stan feels nothing but goodwill to Gunn, Butterworth and Crook. The fact that their appointments chances of success are fatally undermined by the mistakes of the previous two residents of the Carrow Road 'hot-seat' means Stan has only sympathy them.
That and a sick feeling that history may well forever associate this golden triumvirate from a distant golden age, with the relegation of Norwich into the third tier for the first time in 40 years. A relegation which if it does come to pass could be literally, or at the very least to all intents and purposes, assured by a defeat at Portman Road.
Of course three straight wins and everything changes. The problem is with this season nothing changes. The rhythm of the season is fixed.
Changing the manager has had no effect. If we lose to returning to form, free-flowing, football-lesson giving, Burnley next Saturday then the rhythm of the season will have in fact gotten marginally worse. A dead Canary would have more bounce.
The season will, even if we survive, get initially worse you suspect. It is difficult not to imagine Watford and Barnsley digging out the points they need to overhaul us from their three games in hand. Between next Saturday and mid-March you would expect us to enter, at some point, the bottom three.
Hopefully for not long, but it would seem unlikely that we will be able to avoid dropping into relegation zone over the next few weeks.
Quite how the team would cope with that, let alone such an inexperienced manager is hard to predict. The team's momentum is downwards, whilst even Charlton now seem to be stirring themselves. To reach your lowest point so late in the season is more often than not a fatal step. The momentum needed to dig yourself out of your hole more often than not impossible to generate.
We would be dependent upon teams around us being even worse than ourselves.
All this is nothing unexpected. The club have been threatening to do this for a couple of seasons now. The standard of player we now have is such that many of them have played consistently to their ability this season.
They have given it their best shot. They haven't underperformed. They are as a team, with the exception of Clingan, bottom half Championship players.
We are at a level where a player such as Fotheringham can be given the captain's armband and it causes little comment. All this means, of course, should we survive (and Stan is perfectly aware that his opposite number at half dozen other clubs will be typing similar gloomy predictions about the future, so some of these 'know it all internet gobshites', as Mrs Stan refers to dear old Stanley when he is in MFW mode, will be proved wrong…) it will be 'same old, same old' next season minus, of course, Clingan.
Stan is still bemused by the fact that Clingan 'pitched up' here in the first place, such is the 'head and shoulders above the rest' quality of the midfield general. This aberration will be one that the summer transfer season will no doubt correct quickly.
Defeat in the next two home games and our fate may well be sealed and of course victory in our next two crucial home games and we could create some vital breathing space between ourselves and the trap-door. Stanley will take four points now, just to keep our heads above water going into March.
The problem is next up is Robbie Blake followed by one Andy Marshall. There is something quite fateful about the fact that our 'Get Out of Jail' card of back-to-back home games is against teams each containing a perennial nemesis.
That and, of course, the more mundane fact that we have only one win in our last four home games and three in our last ten. Something has to give, form or status.
Either our results improve or we get relegated. It is as simple as that.