Clock End, where art thou?
There is nothing mystical about our not scoring, it is simpler than that – we just need to put the ball in the net.
Gilberto cross, Henry… shoots wide
Fabregas round the keeper and… shoots wide
Henry one-on-one… shoots wide
Rosicky open goal… he misshits
Henry chips the keeper, van Persie inches away
Hoyte crosses, van Persie heads…. wide
Gilberto header… pushed away by keeper
(Full text commentary here if you’re feeling brave)
24 shots, 8 on target, several one-on-ones, one open goal, several presentable headers, one partridge, one pear tree.
How the dickens did that stay 0-0?