WHEN Chris Eubank Sr opened the door of that car as it rolled up inside the majestic environs of the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium to disgorge first his son, Eubank Jr, and then himself — the millions watching were witness to a moment of greatness in UK sporting history.

The high drama of the moment had the strong whiff of Shakespeare about it — along the lines of a king being reunited with his hitherto estranged prince as the latter prepared to do battle for the former’s name and legacy.

Returning matters to planet earth, how, the nice little bung paid to the father by boxing’s new Saudi overlord — the man they call His Excellency — was probably the deciding factor in the father deciding to turn up on the night at his son’s side. But, still, we can all be forgiven amid the muck and ruin of late state capitalism for believing that not everything comes with a price attached.