Drive north-east for ten minutes from Turf Moor, and you will find yourself on Queen Street, home to a 19th century weaving mill which on Friday will likely close its doors to the public for the last time.

The Queen Street Mill is a symbol of Burnley’s industrial past, and its difficult economic present.

In its heyday, the mill’s giant steam engine – somewhat ironically named ‘Peace’ – drove a thousand looms, turning cotton into fabric through a relatively simple technique repeated over and over again.

Since the early 1980s however, it has been run as a museum, only demonstrating its awesome power in short bursts to local schoolchildren and curious tourists.

Its primary function is now out-dated, and its funding has been cut so much that it will finally close at the end of the week.

But the process itself still works. The Queen Street Mill can still do its intended job.

In fact, if you manage to visit before Friday, you will see 300 looms in action in the weaving shed, creating cloth from cotton through brute force and repetition.

It still works.

There are, of course, parallels to be drawn back down the road on Harry Potts Way.

Sean Dyche and his players don’t do things in an extravagant manner. They are a team with grit, discipline, and a positive approach.

They are often said to have just a fraction of the talent of most other Premier League sides, but what they lack in big names and fancy flicks, they make up for in instinctive enthusiasm.

When they play well, they do so because of their industry.

Last night Burnley didn’t need much in the way of artistry. They needed nothing but a solid framework, and an attitude that reflects the town’s industrial past.

Just as the finest tailored shirt starts its life as pure cotton engineered into fabric, the best football teams need in its foundations a certain mentality and willpower.

Walter Mazzarri’s men were frustrated by the way in which Burnley simply never stopped. The team were utterly bamboozled by ideas as old as the cotton mill up the road.

You don’t turn mounds of white, downy cotton into cloth by doing anything unexpected or inventive. You stick to the formula, use the tools that have worked for generations, and the results will come. But if you don’t know that formula, you’re stuck.

You see, a weaving mill needs yarn suitable for the warp and the weft, and the warp needs to be delivered on the beam, or must be wound on the beam from cheeses by a beamer.

This Watford team were also none the wiser.

Sometimes you need to look at the basics, and where we’ve all come from. Sometimes the museum shouldn’t be left as a mere relic, or redeveloped into flats, or knocked down to make way for something else.

Sometimes you need to go and visit that museum to realise what you don’t understand. In order to learn, you sometimes need to be confronted by something you forgot about years ago.

Because without the basics, the elaborate isn’t possible.

And it only took us nine days to forget about the basics this time around.

I hope it is this sentiment that is reflected on by the players and coaching staff in the build up to Saturday’s game against Bournemouth.

Because Watford should not overlook the old fashioned determination that saw the club bulldoze Manchester United in the final ten minutes last week, whether they’re playing the best team in the league or the worst.