The boos rang out around the King Power Stadium at 9.49 on Tuesday night. They rang out again five minutes later, even louder.

The first instance was spontaneous and surprising. It was the 90^th minute of Wrexham game at Leicester and the game stood at 1-1. We’d come from behind, as we tend to do, and deservedly so. We’d absorbed the pressure a high quality Leicester side had applied to us, restricting their sight on goal to shots from outside the box and one exquisitely-fashioned goal.

Then we struck back, aided by judicious substitutions which altered the shape of the game. Even when we were under pressure, we were creating better chances with more frequency than Leicester.

Nathan Broadhead scored a lovely equaliser, a combination of his striker’s instinct and Lewis O’Brien’s indefatigable spirit. When he went into a shoulder-to-shoulder challenge with the six foot six hulk that is Jannik Vestergaard, there only looked likely to be one winner.  Vestergaard has been routinely bouncing players off him in the Premier League and the Danish national team for years.

The trouble is, he’d never tried it on O’Brien before.

Seconds later he was picking himself up off the turf, watching the slight Wrexham midfielder feed Broadhead for the equaliser.

That wasn’t what provoked the Foxes’ fans’ ire though. It was when O’Brien repeated the feat, this time shoulder-barging Leicester’s other Danish international defender, Victor Kristiansen, to the floor, and fed Broadhead again. His snapshot whistled past the post and the City support exploded in howling grief at what they were watching.

If that was spontaneously, the booing at the final whistle was far more deliberate. They were seething throughout added time, waiting for the referee to signal permission for them to berate their team. Those of them that were left though. If the Titanic had been able to evacuate as quickly, there’d be nothing to make a film about.

The source of their discontent interests me. It’s not as if they’re having a bad season: they ended the game in fifth place, one point off a promotion place, and have lost just once in the league.

They aren’t the only ones to boo their team when we trouble them, either. Norwich’s fans were livid when we won at Carrow Road, Preston’s fans seemed taken aback by our win at Deepdale, and Millwall’s fans were very angry when we emerged from The Den with three points. That last example isn’t necessarily part of the same pattern: they’re always angry, aren’t they?

This pattern of fury from opposing supporters when we do anything positive is telling though. As I suggested last week, the social media narrative around Wrexham isn’t accurate, so fans go into matches against us with bizarrely inaccurate expectations.

They expect an ugly long ball team, so they think their side is so bad that even we can pass the ball around them.

They see the number of goals we’ve conceded this season and assume they’re going to fill their boots against a leaky defence, failing to notice that we’ve tightened up considerably since the loss to QPR.

Most importantly, they believe the false narrative that we’re not very good, and expect a comfortable win. We’re actually still waiting for someone to hand out a spanking to us.

I find this ignorance bemusing, but on reflection I’m starting to lean into it and enjoy myself. People think we’re cannon fodder, when actually we’re settling very nicely into The Championship.

If Broadhead’s shot had gone the other side of the post, and his angry reaction showed that he thought he should have hit the target, we’d only be a point behind Leicester. As it stands, while we’re in fifteenth place, we’re only four points off the play-offs.  Just wait until this side gels!

This match was the beginning of a tough month of fixtures: Leicester, fresh from the Premier League; Birmingham, who are taken far more seriously than us when promotion contenders are considered; away games against the current top two separated by a home match against struggling Oxford; and we round out October with a Hallowe’en encounter with third-placed Coventry.

So what? Isn’t this what we signed up for? They’re all genuine challenges, but there’s no point in being ambitious and then complaining that we’re having to play a better class of opponent.

Let’s forget the reputation of our opponents and relish the fact that we’ve somehow managed to put together a strong second tier side under the radar, with the narrative somehow focussing on the £30million we’re supposed to have spent while ignoring the possibility that the investment has allowed us to accumulate some fabulous players.

When startled boos ring out around the big venues we’re visiting in the coming weeks, lean back and enjoy them. Sometimes being patronised is fun!