West Brom 0-1 Arsenal
I could trawl back over my blogging years and find dozens of examples of my morale hitting rock bottom, only for Wenger to shed some ballast on HMS Crisis, refire the boilers and steam out of trouble.
He is an absolute expert at that – heâ€™s outlasted every manager in the league by a country mile, and heâ€™s outlasted George Allison as Arsenalâ€™s longest-serving manager by five years. He knows how important it is to steady the ship as soon as possible when it starts taking on water. â€œTo stop a crisis quickly is one of the most important qualitiesâ€, he told Amy Lawrence when she interviewed him for her excellent book Invincible, â€œThe longer it lasts, the more you swim against the streamâ€.
So the wins against Dortmund and West Brom – while youâ€™d be wise to caution against undue optimism given everything that has gone on ad infinitum – was a much needed dose of smelling salts.
Dortmund was, in hindsight, pretty straightforward, with Yayaâ€™s duck-breaker setting the right tone and Alexis wrapping things up in style. I confess I was quite worried before the game, but my anxiety was without foundation as it turned out. Klopp thought it might be a holiday from their bizarre domestic form, but separating one competition from another is easier said than done and it showed.
At the Hawthorns, promising signs afoot. Defensive solidity, a cagier approach (Amen, Hallelujah and Huzzah) and a fine winning goal created by Cazorla and buried from above by Welbeck. Giroud and Koscielny through the revolving door in the right direction, Monreal and Gibbs heading the opposite way to nobodyâ€™s real surprise. But it was an encouraging performance in many ways.
They posited on the Football Weekly podcast that with Arsenal, Spurs, Man Utd, Man City and Liverpool all winning, perhaps some of the peculiar post World Cup lethargy and bittiness of most of the top four wannabes is wearing off at last. I like the idea of that when it comes to Arsenal. Not so much in relation to the others.
You can only go with what you see – hence a lot of miserable fans for much of this season – but in the last two matches, and out of nowhere, I see green shoots just at a point when I wondered out loud what Wenger was smoking over at the Emirates.
Perhaps itâ€™s a case of me staggering parched through the desert, desperate for succour, only to be presented with a mirage. Just as itâ€™s too early to write this season off, itâ€™s also too early to head down the bookies with a glint in the eye.
Keeping it up and building on it is something that has largely eluded us so far. The frustration with Arsenal, and with Wenger, is not made up. Itâ€™s not magicked from nowhere. Itâ€™s an accumulation of things going back a long way. We could argue all day if it’s terminal, or turn-roundable, but the bottom line is that nobody can say with any certainty.
What we can say with some conviction is that you can’t argue with the tonic of winning. It puts a different hue on things, and how we needed that.
I like winning.
More of that please.