“What was it like watching Arsenal, grandpa?”

Arsenal 2-2 Liverpool

Oh, ho, whoa! Another evening of football that encapsulated everything you need to know about Wenger’s latest, and possibly last, Arsenal side. Put that on a DVD and show the grandchildren.

“This is how we were, kiddo”.

“Wow, grandpa, look at that wave of attacking, that little dynamo at number ten. That blunderbuss up front, he’s actually pretty dangerous, isn’t he? He’s like a steam train! And how many goals did Walcott score? That one was an exocet. Playing like that you must have rolled over all-comers.”

“But eek! Why did Sagna fall over? Was that Belgian man chasing his tail? Is this how you always used to ‘clear’ your lines? Why is the goalie out his goal? Why has he done a shimmy in the box? That tall man – why has he passed straight to the opposition? Why did they let that man run through them? Who’s the fella at left-back spinning round in circles?”

“This is how it was, son, this is how it was. Happy days.”

Loads to admire, loads to make you perspire. Grit and power and chances aplenty up front, but “keystone cops” at the back. Moments of breathtaking attacking prowess living cheek by jowl with kamikaze, comical defending. This is our calling card.

Yes, this is Arsenal. Somewhere, hidden away in there, there must be the kernel of a side with more balance than this one has.