Stoke City 1-4 Arsenal
Fourth is on – until itâ€™s off again.
From the rubble of a north London derby no-show, weâ€™ve dusted ourselves down to win three on the bounce and revive our annual race for fourth. Whatâ€™s more, weâ€™re cranking up the style with yesterdayâ€™s thumping of Stoke (itâ€™s been so long since weâ€™ve won there that I think â€˜thumpingâ€™ passes muster) being our best performance in some time.
Ah, fourth, my old friend. As Jonathan Northcroft says in todayâ€™s Sunday Times, â€œIf only this team pursued league titles with such a sense of destiny and irrepressible vigourâ€ as it does the final Champions League place.
But you take what comes your way, donâ€™t you, and yesterday was a lovely pre-season-ticket-renewal reminder of what Arsenal can really be all about: solid defending when needed, poise in midfield, some beautiful, carving attacking play and graceful finishing. No, I donâ€™t know what happened to it between December and May either.
So, to yesterday, when the back three worked again, with Holding (better than Cannavaro, donâ€™t you know), Koscielny and Mustafi all good. Is this the back three for next season? Could well be. With respect to Mustafi and Koscielny, Holdingâ€™s the exciting one here. He started the season well then disappeared, before Wengerâ€™s desperate change to a back three opened a door for him. Howâ€™s heâ€™s grasped it, and itâ€™s always nice to see a young English player plucked from nowhere make a good start to his Arsenal career. Long may it last.
Nacho could have had a goal or two himself, and a bit of game time acted as a dose of WD-40 for Bellerinâ€™s early rustiness too – he got two assists.
Yesterday, I made an extra effort to study Xhaka, whoâ€™s had a lot of recent accolades but who for a long time looked too slow and clumsy to me. Itâ€™s funny, because you know how you notice some players more than you notice others when youâ€™re watching a game live? Well heâ€™s not really one of them – but watching him yesterday, you can see him growing into his role. Heâ€™s a midfielder in the Steve Williams or Paul Davis mould; quietly effective but not obviously stand-out.
Giroud, who I cursed under my breath until he scored, before lauding him to the heavens (sort of sums him up), notched a brace to make it 16 this term. Not bad, letâ€™s be honest, and at 104 minutes per goal, also the most lethal of all our strikers. Statistics, eh.
Finally to Alexis and Ozil, our stardust players. Iâ€™ve been so frustrated with Ozil at times this season, to the point where doubling his wages seems insane (it still does), but when he plays like he played yesterday youâ€™re reminded why heâ€™s so good. In that sense he personifies Arsenal: stylish and lethal when good, a passenger when bad. His goal was calmly taken, and his passing in general was pinpoint.
As for Alexis, what can you say? That pass to Ozil was 100% through-ball-porn, and he finished the game by scoring with his only operational leg, before tapping the crest on his shirt and giving me hope (damn you, hope) that all might not be lost between him and Arsenal.
So overall, a performance that warmed the Coquelins. The cynics among you – says he, deflecting his own cynicism adroitly – will tell you that disappointment is only round the corner in one form or other. It probably is, but playing well is nice and that is all that matters right now.
A final thought about how nuts humans are. Take a look at the Arsenal team emerging from the tunnel and youâ€™ll see all manner of nervous, superstitious tics. Coquelin hops on his right leg, Bellerin picks up some grass then crosses himself, Xhaka hops then bounces, before Ozil does his own hop.
Hopping mad, the lot of them.
So are we for investing some much emotion in this nonsense. Damn you, football, you cruel mistress!