There was a time when I’d look forward to E3 for weeks in advance. It’s not that the event was better in ye olde days, it’s that it held the possibility of surprises from beginning to end. We know so much now, with daft sites like Rock, Paper, Scattergun reporting on every fart and sigh that emerges from yesterday’s indie sensations. Where’s the mystery? If you’ll excuse the foot-to-ball analogy, it’s like the difference between watching a World Cup in the seventies and watching one now. Back then, every overseas player was an enigmatic bundle of esoteric skills – now, you’re probably wearing underpants with their name on or eating a biscuit in the shape of their head.