So you stand and wait for kickoff in the vertigo-inducing upper tier of the air-conditioned aircraft hangar that is White Hart Lane. You look down at the Watford players warming up in the middle of an authentic media event – as incongruous as your mates appearing as extras in a Hollywood blockbuster, you half expect to see them waving excitedly to their mums whenever the cameras pass. The video screens play hysterical trailers for that same blockbuster – coming soon to a football ground near you….ANDY SINTON!!! – and the effect is nauseating. You reflect that the Premiership has absolutely no class.