In a season dotted with more than its fair share of lacklustre moments and peppered by curiously slow build-up play, the quick-fire four-goal salvo at the beginning of the second half on Wednesday was like music to my ears. So much so that I think I might just bundle the memory up and replay it in my head at whatever point now suits me. I could press play during a quiet patch in a future game to cheer me up, or at work to liven up a dull stretch of breadwinning.
But obviously, if I donâ€™t write those moments down to preserve them, Iâ€™m going to forget them in all their detail. I can barely remember the scores of games within a few months and it would sadden me if, in future times, these explosive six-hundred seconds had disappeared off into the ether. So here goes. I should add that this is how I end up remembering all goals.
OK, thereâ€™s a corner at our end, over to my right. It looks like it might be Theo taking it. Iâ€™m craning my neck. â€œToo bloody low, Theoâ€, wails my brother in frustration, and then the ball flashes into the net and weâ€™re all cheering. â€œTop work, Theoâ€ he adds. Who scored it, I ask myself? Might have been Giroud. Nifty move at the near post? It was a bit of a blur.
Iâ€™m still a bit agitated, so imagine my surprise when whoosh! Cazorla back-heels it in. My recollection of how he came to be in a position to back-heel the goal is blurred. Anyway, I cheer and as I write this Iâ€™m going to look at the goal (Iâ€™ve not seen them since).
[looks at goal]
How exactly do I not have that carved into my memory? I wasnâ€™t looking at my phone, given than Vodafone is a matchday deathzone. So it was Podolski to Giroud, who arcs a belter back to Der Hammer, then Cazorla does some magic. Now that Iâ€™ve had my memory jogged, I do remember that glorious dinked pass from Giroud. Nice.
This I do remember. Podolski thunders down the left wing (I donâ€™t have him down as a thunderer, but by god he was thundering), crosses it on a plate with tassels on for Theo, who obliges. I remember every bit of this. We are high-fouring now.
Replace Theo with Giroud and youâ€™ve got the fourth goal, at least thatâ€™s how I remember it, or donâ€™t remember it. I mean come on, give me a break, I was a bit befuddled by this point. Four goals in ten minutes â€“ Iâ€™m not used to it.
Iâ€™ve just seen it again and it wasnâ€™t like that, not exactly. The Podolski bit was, but it was near post not far. Ah well.
Thatâ€™s that then â€“ Iâ€™m glad I have it lasered into the bonce with such clarity. Ten lovely minutes. When youâ€™re at the ground they go by in a blur and you remember them in a blur. At least, I do.
Thank heavens for Arsenal Player. And real match reports. And people who can actually remember live football.