Such is their reluctance to take their collective heads out of the sand, they genuinely don't know everybody is laughing at them: they are unaware that they have become one of the biggest jokes in world football.
Yesterday morning a plastic rag who lives across the road from me said: "We knocked the dippers off their perch, now it's your time." I didn't have the appetite for a verbal battle so I smiled benignly and ignored the cretin.
That's how it has become for me, I used to relish the chance to engage in banter with this chap (never seen the rags play, but he's been an avid Sly subscriber all the years I've known him). But not anymore. My patience with this type of mouthy, ignorant, glory-hunting hermaphrodite died many years ago, so now I just ignore them.