Arsenal 1-0 Spurs Of Manchester: Taking The Mik

In the absence of commentators, there’s a slight delay, maybe no more than a quarter of a second, between the net rippling and the neurons in your brain firing off the ‘that’s a fucking goal, y’know!’ signal. And that moment, which seems to last a hell of a lot longer, is my favourite thing at football. It’s why I have to be there in the ground whenever I can now. For that, and for the grinning bedlam that ensues after.
It’s also why a late 1-0 winner will always be the greatest scoreline in football, now and forever. (But you’re an Arsenal fan, so you already know this.) What to say about the game, then? Ah, I dunno. My head feels just about ready to burst with late-winner joy. Ignore how mu...