The silence is deafening.
It appears they have pulled the coaches in close and have hunkered down. Not for the first time.
Which is, I guess, what you do when there is flak flying that you feel is undeserved and is being delivered by folk who simply don’t understand.
They feel that by sitting tight, answering to no one and ignoring the noise, the season will just fizzle out and they’ll have the summer months to go through the motions of a reset.
That’ll shut ’em up.
The contempt felt and shown by some people in the upper echelons of the club for its supporters – especially those who raise their voices and demand answers – knows no bounds. We have been for some time, and we remain, the enemy.
So I suppose, on that basis, the idea that someone in authority would front up and attempt to address the very loud calls for change is fanciful.
When you think you’ve done nothing wrong and when you believe it’s all of those doing the shouting who are in the wrong, then why would you?
So much for the fans being the lifeblood of the football club.
But, as difficult as it is right now, it does help sometimes to at least try and understand the opposing view.
In response to my article of yesterday, one comment stood out above all others. It was calm, measured, and took the opposite view to my own – namely that instead of lambasting Delia and Michael for their current management of the club, we should be grateful to them.
Quote: “I hold Delia and Michael entirely responsible for ensuring the club exists for my nephews and nieces to support and for maintaining the reputation of the club as a family-friendly place. Everything else is just football”.
It concluded with a stinging one-liner: “It’s the end of a cycle not the end of the world”.
All of which, I confess, was food for thought.
Regardless of the hows and whys, this certainly does feel like the denouement of a cycle that began when Stuart Webber walked through the door in the spring of 2017. Of that, there is no argument.
But this has been no gradual decline and slow return to the position from whence we came. This has come from a position where, at the start of the season, the club itself was talking up its chances of not only earning one of the two automatic promotion places but of winning the title.
That we’ve fallen so far short of achieving that clearly stated goal must surely call into question some of the decision-making that has led us down this path.
Because recent experience had shown us that it wasn’t an unrealistic target.
Okay, at some point the magic dust had to run out and three back-to-back Championship triumphs straddled across two Premier League no-shows was a very big ask, but the big questions have been asked because of just how far removed we are now away from that dream outcome.
We’ve not just dropped off a couple of beats, we’ve fallen off a cliff.
And it’s from there where this anger and exasperation has been borne.
This feels like an opportunity lost. One where we held some significant advantages over many of the teams around us.
We had a squad with some Premier League quality sprinkled among it. We had two seasons’ worth of parachute payments designed specifically to help us retain some of those good players. And, crucially, we had recent experience of what it takes to do well in this division.
But not one of those supposed advantages has been effectively utilised.
Yet, when we say this out loud we’re told we know not what we’re talking about and that we should at least be grateful for the journey we have been on.
To us, it feels like a stand-off. To the local media, with whom the club engages at the bare minimum level, it feels like a standoff. But to those in power in the club’s inner sanctum, this is cool. This is how they want it. All perfectly normal.
All of which is entirely within their gift, but which also does nothing for the general bonhomie around the place, especially when the fans feel they have something to complain about.
If Stuart Webber wishes to play the role of a pantomime villain, then he should be big enough to take it on the chin when it’s he who Carrow Road turns on. As it did.
His time here has drawn to its natural conclusion, but his bravado will only allow it to conclude on his own terms. So, I suspect, it will continue.
Damaged, fractured, broken even, but limping along.
The big concern for some is whether or not a meaningful summer reset can take place with him at the helm.
And that may be a question that can only be answered by the Attanasios.