When Watford are strutting around the pitch to an olé chorus, the portents are never likely to be positive for the manager in the opposition dugout.
Forty minutes into his first match in charge of West Ham, this was the unfortunate fate to befall David Moyes.
Under Marco Silva, Watford are a vibrant and enterprising side but there were periods of this game where West Ham's apathy made their tippy-tappy hosts in yellow shirts resemble a team of Brazilians.
As he shuffled around his technical area with his hands stuffed into his pockets, the chirpier smile that has adorned Moyes' face over the past week slowly morphed into the pained expression that has become so familiar.