On the assumption that there are perhaps a few rags out there whose IQ is not in single figures, yesterday's annihilation must have been the worst wake-up call they have ever suffered from us - including the sick swan.
Numerically it may not have been, but yesterday's demolition derby must be up there amongst the most humiliating beatings they have ever had from us. It wasn't just the scoreline, it was the way we went about totally dismantling both their set up and their tactics - whatever they were, it was hard to tell.
If your team takes a hammering you just accept it as one of those freakish results that happen now and again: fingers crossed you don't go through that again for a long long time. But such was the way we played that they could have had two teams out, twenty two players against us, and we would still have wiped the floor with them.
No matter how many layers of thick, snugly self-denials they wrap themselves up in, they know, they absolutely know for sure, that the manner of their destruction yesterday is just a taste of things to come.
And it all took place under the bloodshot eyes of the pisscan himself - the very architect of their humiliating demise.