Well that was just fun, wasn’t it? Short of being seductively fed the French wine country’s finest, peeled grapes by Thierry, while the Ice Man gave me a vigorous Dutch shoulder rub, I don’t think I could have enjoyed yesterday more. Our 3-1 win over Chelsea two seasons ago set the blueprint for how a high tempo pressing game could bring the sweetest of victories. Yesterday, we didn’t just follow said blueprint in our 5-2 demolition job of Tottenham, we redrew it with magma-hot, cockerel-kiboshing lasers of death.
To put the Spurs-spanking into full context, that’s inarguably the best side our noisy, ever so twitch-tastic neighbours have put out in a North London derby in the Premier League era. Likewise, all but the most blinkered Gooner...

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