...between success and failure. In the end there was never any real doubt. I went to the pub yesterday (la bienheureuse decided it was safer, for both of us, if she stayed at home), couldn't really not do so, despite a high level of nervousness about how the young team would react to the midweek setback. Oh me of little faith. I watched the almost mighty Gunners outplay their opponents again, miss too many chances again, get the bad rub of the green again, and lose out to debatable refereeing decisions again. The match proved two things to me:
1. For some unfathomable reason the gods, the refs and luck have all turned against les canonniers over the last two months. If you believe in luck balancing out over time, put your house on AFC to win everything next year.
2. There can now be no doubt now which team plays the best football in the land. And it's not the one which won yesterday.
