GT’s last game in charge of Watford.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this, was it? Not with a pretty comprehensive defeat against a side that is the very definition of the word “functional”. Not with ninth place, perching uncomfortably between the playoffs and the mid-table wastelands. Not with farewell waves and kisses in front of hundreds of rudely intruding Burnley fans, held back by a fragile line of police and stewards. Not with the bitterness and acrimony that surrounds the simultaneous departures of Messrs Jackett, Blissett and Walley.