You get the sense that Olly Murs is in a state of fear pretty much the entire time he's on that stage. He doesn't believe he's up to the job and ironically he's creating what he fears. It makes you realise that for all the smugness, Dermot O'Leary is a skilled presenter who thrives off the excitement of live TV and more importantly could control the room when he needed to. Even before the Monica clanger, endlessly tripping over his words and welcoming One Direction as they were in the process of leaving, on Saturday we saw him asking for a chair for the fainting member of 4th Impact, when there were four chairs on the stage behind him. It didn't surprise me that the poor bloke lost the plot in the result show and couldn't count to four, or do the basic maths. After his monumental brain fart, when that envelope was finally thrust at him, for a few seconds it looked comically like he had no clue what it was for, or indeed where he was, who he was, or what the hell he was doing there and I suspect that in that moment his brain was so scrambled that he didn't. This scale of live TV has been too much of a leap for him, too soon. I just wonder how long Cowell will give him to navigate the learning curve?