Your correspondent stroked his chin, scratched his head and finally conceded defeat. Nope, I had never heard of him. No offence, Aidy. It is fair to say that, 14 months down the line, Boothroyd had left the shadows of anonymity behind and made a name for himself at Vicarage Road.
In recent times, Watford have become masters of plucking managers or head coaches who had been operating in obscurity - as far away as Russia, Georgia, Spain, Italy or Israel - and turning them into household names.
But Boothroyd’s appointment turned out to be a good one. He would become only the second man, after Taylor, to lead the Hornets through the skylight into the top flight.
His first two games in charge, at Burnley and Plymouth, ended in defeat, and for his third - at home to Leeds - he introduced himself in the dugout wearing neither collar-and-tie nor tracksuit, but three-quarter length training bottoms. Oh, dear. First impressions were not great, but they were misleading.