This is going to be a quick one; because I am in over my head with random stuff (non-football, less important, but sadly necessary. Final exams, barrage of fire and brimstone, you get the drift) and also because masochism is a trait I do not dabble in. Trying to write in depth about today’s game is the footballing equivalent of playing Russian Roulette with yourself, or taking a running leap from Mount Karakoram while juggling lightsabers, or eating Sunday night food at my mess.
It’s intriguing how this current Arsenal’s collective subconscious works. Make no mistake, they have been heroes for almost two months this calendar year; unfailingly...

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