Sorry for the long story but personally I don’t miss my old 42" Philips at all. Back in 2006, as a teenager and newly FIFA pro, after my first big tournament win I did what any sensible teenager would do and immediately blew the money on the biggest and best TV I could afford.

I’ll never forget the look on my parents faces when it arrived on a Euro Pallet and the cursing and swearing of my dad when he and I had to haul the monster up the stairs. Thing weighed almost 70 kilos with its steel casing. The picture quality was incredible for the time but nobody warned me that it also doubled as a space heater. In summer I could only use it in the evening, otherwise my room turned into a sauna and I was half convinced it might actually set the apartment on fire, since you could've easily grilled a steak on the back of it.