On Saturday, they racked up just their third win since Anzac Day four months ago.

And Saturday's win over the Gold Coast Titans wasn't pretty; the Red V made hard work of beating a team that effectively had a lock on the wooden spoon before the game had even started.

Sitting in 14^th spot with the only hope of a finals appearance being a massive salary cap scandal at at least six of the teams above us has seen some Dragons fans calling for coach Paul McGregor's head on a platter.

Which, if we're being honest, is not at all surprising; no fanbase turns on its own team faster than the Dragons. Just ask Nathan Brown, Andrew Farrar, Steve Price and even Wayne Bennett (some were angry that he didn't give us another premiership in 2011).

Granted it's only a segment of the supporter base, but it's there.

They'll insist their drive to sack any coach that sets foot in the joint is driven by a desire for excellence, a belief in not accepting anything less than the best for their team.

But it's more than that. For some of my fellow Dragons fans carry an incredible sense of entitlement.

For them, the Red V should just be in the finals every year because, well, they're the Red V. It's the mighty Dragons, a strong club rich in history for whom finals appearances are a birthright.

And grand finals too. Don't forget them. These Dragons fans don't hope for grand final wins, they expect them.

God only knows why - the Dragons' record of premiership wins has been pretty dire over the last 50 years.

We've won just three of them. Three. And there was a 31-year gap between the one in 1979 and the one in 2010.

The reality is, our performance over the last half-century simply does not warrant any sense of entitlement. And you can't reach back to the 11 straight grand finals streak (that likely ended before you were born) as some harbinger of future success.

You think calling for the coach's head makes you passionate. The reality is, to every other footy fan, you just look foolish.