Arsenal 2-1 Manchester City
Imagine my surprise when Arsenalâ€™s mojo – which I had prayed for in hope rather than in expectation before the match – emerged in the second half beneath Wembleyâ€™s arch.
There it was in full view in the shape of Chambo (the wing-back, do keep up) getting past his man time and again before crossing on a platter for Monreal (the other wing-back, scuttling forward) to lash home a volley with his right foot.
Or in the shape of Gabriel, all teeth and spring-loaded quiff, who had what must be his best game for Arsenal yet. Whodathunkit! Formerly possessing two left feet, he had a magnificent game.
And Rob Holding, just 20 and a Wembley first-timer, whoâ€™s waited patiently for most of the season for misfortune (Mustafi injury) and circumstance (back three experimentation) to combine in his favour. He took his chance again.
I pick these four out because they werenâ€™t perhaps the players youâ€™d expect to emerge from the shadows, and itâ€™s not to gloss over some other fine performances. Because overall it was a game of real commitment and energy from Arsenal; manna from heaven in a season of strangely subdued predictability. Boy did we need it.
There was an element of luck involved, I wonâ€™t deny it. Both sides could have had a penalty, City hit the post twice and had a goal ruled out unfairly (easy to say in slow motion). The defending for their goal was iffy on several levels, but Arsenal kept battling and the more they did so the more fun it got. With a bit more ruthlessness, we could have had more. So yes, it was cathartic. Best of all, something clicked.
And counter to my expectations, here we are again in the FA Cup final – our 20th, and Wengerâ€™s 8th. If someone ever tells you itâ€™s not relevant or big enough, theyâ€™re lying. It never gets boring.
Yes, itâ€™s only one game and weâ€™re all too skittish and wizened to see it as anything else, but what a time to show the fight and nous needed. All the other stuff, we can put back in the box – for now – and just enjoy it. Because that is, after all, what itâ€™s meant to be all about.
Weâ€™re in the cup final. Get in!