Football’s digital revolution has left its top clubs disfigured. Where once sporting bodies stood, now sprawling businesses tower all around.

And let’s be frank: plenty of that swollen footprint belongs in the bin: the extravagant transfer ‘reveals’. The odd capitalisation of ‘The’ and ‘Club’ as if press releases must offer due deference to a departing deity.

Most importantly, though, the collective amnesia that football is, essentially, fun.

Fortunately some nooks of sanity remain.

And fortunately this internet age allows us to enjoy them in high-definition.

Club commentary. At its best, can anything match the wild emotion? Where else could total disregard for neutrality and professional dignity be considered a selling point?

This week provided another example of why it must be cherished.

For fans following football’s lower reaches, of course, in-house coverage might be the only way to get their Saturday fix. Except perhaps for local radio.

But even for supporters of this country’s biggest clubs, these channels can provide a crucial counterweight.

Not everyone enjoys chin-stroking pundits in three-piece suits and those white-soled trainers.

Many fans feel mainstream commentators are biased against their team; many more have no interest in wiping rose-tint from their own glasses, either.

Instead, they want to hear like-minded people lose themselves with similarly reckless abandon.

And what is wrong with that? Some clubs have already abandoned any pretence of impartiality. West Brom, for instance, unashamedly offer ‘Baggies-biased commentary’.

All of which brings us to King Power Stadium and Steven Bergwijn’s incredible cameo for Tottenham.

Rob Daly of Spurs TV, take a bow. Deep into injury time, there was almost a plea for mercy in the way he asked: ‘Surely not another twist?’

But from there, as Bergwijn skipped round Kasper Schmeichel to steal victory, Daly’s voice steadily rose – in decibels, pitch and gravel. It was glorious.

Then, while Bergwijn was mobbed, Daly was reduced to silence – capable of mustering only occasional clusters of words. ‘THE FLYING DUTCHMANNNN… TWO LATE, LATE GOALS…’

Eventually he asked: ‘WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED?’ It was a question no one watching could answer.

But, in circumstances like those, would they want to hear anyone else try?