It's not the same without Harry Redknapp. No Transfer Deadline Day was complete minus 'Arry hanging out from his car, telling the breathless Sky Sports News reporter that "no, no, there's nuffink 'appening here, son. But we'll see; you never know... cheers pal."
That clip of Redknapp saying sod all would be repeated, as if it was a soundbite of Churchillian import, ad nauseam throughout the day.
Meanwhile, other reporters would stand outside locked up stadiums with their fingers in their ears quoting "Sky sources" (i.e, the same websites the rest of us were reading) informing the masses that there was "nothing as yet" to report.
Back in the garish yellow-bedecked studio, a sharp-suited Jim White and his desk-bound colleagues would be waiting like expectant fathers for news of a late panic buy or surprise signing to emerge as the digital clock in the corner of the screen ticked away towards what you were led to believe was the end of civilisation itself; guys, another window will be open in just four months. Calm down!
The most exciting story of last week was Liverpool signing Ben Davies - and no, not the well-known Welsh international defender from Spurs but another bloke few people outside of Preston had heard of.
For a while there was talk of another Tottenham player, fading superstar Dele Alli, moving to PSG and a reporter was duly dispatched to the Enfield training ground to wait. And wait. And wait. In the end, the "reported interest" from the French club never materialised.
But hold on: Josh King chose Everton over Fulham, and... erm.
The January window wasn't always this stultifyingly dull.
Remember 2011, when Fernando Torres left Liverpool for Chelsea in a last-minute, record-breaking £50m transfer - and Liverpool signed both Andy Carroll (a gross overpayment at £35m) and Luis Suarez (one of the greatest-ever bargains at £22.5m) to replace him?
If memory serves, David Luiz also joined Chelsea on that frantic final day of business.
And then 2013 treated us to the bizarre sight of West Brom striker Peter Odemwingie - having driven 120 miles from Birmingham - standing outside Loftus Road, still hoping to persuade QPR to sign him, even though the deal had already fallen though.
Odemwingie - having told the Sky reporter about the "exciting new chapter" in his career - then had to trudge back to the Hawthorns, and rejoin Baggies team-mates he'd already said his tearful goodbyes to. The QPR manager back then? One H. Redknapp. He wasn't hanging out of his car that day; he was too busy hiding from Odemwingie.
Now though, it's like 'Arry was saying: nuffink 'appening. Even the often hilarious deadline day rumours - "my uncle Bob's a cab driver, and he took Messi from Manchester Airport to the Etihad this morning" - seem to have dried up.
It's understandable of course.
Thanks to the global pandemic, this was always going to be the most underwhelming January transfer deadline day since the 'window' was invented nearly 20 years ago.
Torres-type splurges were anomalous in mid-season anyway, but it's clear that the financial hatches are being battened down until some sort of post-Covid 'normality' emerges.
This time last year, just before the virus changed everything, there were 21 signings of £1m or more, and no one had to bang on for hours about Ben Davies forsaking Celtic for Anfield.
The biggest transaction was by Manchester United, who are notoriously reluctant to spend in January but whose manager believed that shelling out £46.5m on Bruno Fernandes was worth that inflated, extortionate fee, and so it has proved.
(On this latest deadline day, we were reliably informed that Ole Gunnar Solskjaer was shopping again... this time in Tesco - and had been spotted "clutching a can of Pepsi Max").
Now, with European clubs estimated to have lost something like £7.5bn collectively since last March, ambition has been replaced by pragmatism and parsimony, loan deals (such as Liverpool's other new defender, Schalke's Ozan Kabak) and a slew of free transfers.
Indeed, with only three 'permanent' moves completed, less money was spent in this latest transfer window - around £70m - than Liverpool shelled out on just one player, Virgil van Dijk, back in January 2018.
(United's £18.9m purchase of Amad Diallo and West Ham's £25m recruitment of Said Benrahma were deals that had already been done last year).
And there were only 24 Premier League transfers, compared with an average of 46 across the last three January windows.
The big boys can still rely on the (albeit reduced) TV money - and the audience figures have shown that football, even played in ghostly stadiums, can still be a major draw in these locked-down times.
(Seven different teams occupying top spot this season has added to the excitement).
But the eye-watering wages still have to be paid, and there's a lot more going out now than coming in.
United, a useful barometer for these things, revealed in their 2019-20 annual report that the club's revenues were down £101m on the previous year.
Some of that loss had to do with the club's failure to secure Champions League football, but most of it was incurred after the football season was suspended in March.
Their next report will reflect the full effect of an empty 76,000-capacity Old Trafford, of rebates paid to broadcasters, the enforced closure of their megastore and other commercial activities.
United have opted not to predict their finances for this current year. That should tell you everything you need to know.
Whatever happened to the cameramen whose job was to zoom in on the fans, not the action? Furloughed, perhaps?
Funnily enough, I'd never really thought about that until the Six Nations rugby came on at the weekend.
Suddenly, I was pining for the sight of those comedians in the leprechaun suits, green felt hats and silly ginger beards, the tin whistle players; even the blokes who'd clearly forgotten where they were because they had GAA jerseys on.
And there'd always be at least one Welsh woman dressed up as a giant daffodil, while her compatriots sang as if all of humanity itself depended on it.
There's maybe not so much of that in domestic football but, even so, I'm almost pining for the sight of that beer-bellied Newcastle United fan who never puts his top on, even in Arctic temperatures.
When the Fifa World Cup comes around, will we once again see those distraught supporters who look as if they're about to cry - until they spot themselves on the big screen and morphs into a grinning idiot who positively revels in their wee country being 4-0 down?
Or the cutaway shot that lingers just a little too long on the beautiful blonde Brazilian who's 'dressed' more appropriately for Mardi Gras than Maracana?
Yep, I'm missing all that, and no doubt the broadcasters are as well.
On pitch side in all sports, it's surely no coincidence that the lack of supporters has led to an upsurge in away victories.
Scotland were brilliant against England at Twickenham on Saturday, but we'll never know how much their first win at the home of the auld enemy in 38 years was influenced by the absence of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot being bellowed thoughout the 80 minutes.
And did you notice that, last Wednesday, all five Premier League matches produced victories for the away sides?
Expect a lot more of the same before the fans finally return. It can't come soon enough.