Goonerholics Forever

Writing one of these things after a game isn’t easy. What to include, what not to include, how not to be boring. My apologies if I don’t figure out the latter. It turns out that what our dear Goonerholic did for so many years was hard graft; mixed with his talent he shone like the polestar in the constellations of our Arsenal.

But to the task. Arsenal played Rapid Vienna yesterday evening at the Emirates in front of 2,000 excited, mostly masked supporters, who filled the lower bowl at very appropriate social distances. It marked the first time since England’s Covid restrictions were imposed that a crowd sat at a top-tier football game. And they were treated to some beautiful football.

Arsenal lined up in a 4-4-2, or, it could be argued, in a 4-4-1-1. In either formation Lacazette was paired with Eddie up front, either across the width or along the pitch. We played a fairly conventional midfield four, with Maitland-Niles and Elneny holding the center for Pepe and Nelson on the flanks. Our back five had Kolasinac and Cedric playing the corners, though they had license to push up, on either side of Marí and Mustafi. Runarsson patrolled between the sticks.

It was a progressive lineup, though for the first ten minutes or so of the game you’d be forgiven to wonder if they stayed late at the pubs last night. Lots of bitty back and forth, with Arsenal (I can’t even say “the team in red” because we wore our blue third colours for this game) holding most of the ball trying to work triangles on either side of the pitch just inside Vienna’s half. Lacazette and Eddie shuttled across the pitch in support, but we just couldn’t get much going.

Suddenly, from a Vienna throw-in near midfield on the left, we were up 1-0. The ball bounced off Kitagawa for Maitland-Niles to head forward. The ball pinged around a bit and ended up at Lacazette’s feet 40 yards from goal. He looked up, touched the ball once, then unleashed a stinging, swerving, unstoppable drive past Strebinger. If the ball had ripped a hole in the net I’d not have been surprised. What a way to get back into the goals, Laca!

Arsenal 1-0 Rapid (Lacazette, 10)

This led to a period where Arsenal held the ball really well, and made pretty patterns that yielded a few opportunities to increase the lead. A nice sequence of passes after a Vienna goal kick led to a corner, taken short; Pepe left his man for dead and fired a sweet cross that Mustafi headed wide. He should have done better. Smart work by Eddie at the touchline earned us another corner that was wasted, as was a freekick after a foul on Laca…though that led to a corner taken by Pepe. He swung the ball in from the left, and Marí made a darting run leaving the Viennese defense to look like statues on loan from the Kunsthistorisches Museum. His glancing header nestled into the far corner off the post for a well-deserved second goal. Welcome back, Pablo!

Arsenal 2-0 Rapid (Marí, 17)

Again, Arsenal spent the ten minutes after the goal playing some of the best football we’ve seen in weeks. One move down the right started with a ball from Mustafi to Nelson, who played it to Cedric and took off like a rabbit down the side. Cedric passed it to Maitland-Niles, who dummied the ball into Nelson’s path. Only a heavy first touch prevented Reiss from being in one-on-one with the keeper. Another move after a Cedric throw-in led to an exchange of passes with Nelson around the edge of Vienna’s box. Only the post prevented Laca from scoring his second from the D on a beautifully weighted ball from Nelson inside the box.

However, as the clock ticked towards the half hour mark we made more and more mistakes, giving Vienna some forward momentum and blunting what had been some very sharp Arsenal play. An errant deflection in the midfield led to a wild Vienna shot from well outside the box, and they used their increased energy to press us harder. Double-teamed down the right Nelson fed a small square ball to Maitland-Niles, who ran at the defense nearly to the penalty spot, where he tried a little dink that went wide left; he, too, should have done better from such a promising spot.

Even as Vienna (especially the live-wire Kitagawa) was bringing themselves more into the game Arsenal played some lovely stuff. But it looked like the first ten minutes; in the 42nd minute an unfortunate foul by Elneny (that brought an undeserved yellow) on Kitagawa gave Vienna a lifeline from 40 yards out. The freekick came to nought, and ended up after a few passes in Runarsson’s hands for a goal kick. He banged it up left to midfield, where some one-touch passes by Arsenal led to a Laca throughball down the left channel for Pepe. His first time cross was perfectly placed for Nelson to cushion to Eddie, running into the box. Strebinger saved Eddie’s shot, but the rebound came back and Eddie headed it in for Arsenal’s third. A bit of luck, but, as they say, luck favors the prepared.

Arsenal 3-0 Rapid (Nketiah, 44)

The second half started with a slightly different team for Vienna (two players substituted), and Arsenal didn’t handle it easily. Vienna came out and pressed well, penning us mostly in our own half before orchestrating a move down the left. Kitagawa’s pass found Demir, who stung Runarsson’s palms with a close shot; the ball rebounded to Arase whose two attempts were blocked by Kola’s wide body. The second of those blocks fell to Kitagawa who put a sharp volley past Runarsson.

Arsenal 3-1 Rapid (Kitagawa, 46)

As the second half progressed neither team could really stake an advantage. Runarsson had to be called to action to gather a couple of Viennese attempts, while first Laca then Maitland-Niles missed opportunities in the box. We are fortunate such profligacy went unpunished. In the 63rd minute Willian came on for Nelson, Dani for Mo’Neny, and Smith-Rowe entered the fray for Lacazette… taking off our two best players was, to me, a bit of a gamble. However, ESR dug right in, running our midfield with an aplomb belying his age.

Eddie missed a glorious chance from a Pepe cross, where with just a touch he would have fed the gaping goal mouth. But we were not to be denied our fourth goal. After Kitagawa was substituted in the 65th minute, Pepe intercepted a Vienna free kick about thirty yards out from goal and broke down the middle. He fed Maitland-Niles in the box; Ainsley put in a simple cross to the running ESR, who tapped into the empty net from six yards out. Welcome back, Emile!

Arsenal 4-1 Rapid (Smith-Rowe, 66)

Chambers replaced Mustafi (who, it is fair to say, had a decent game) in the 69th minute, Calum making his first appearance with the first team since he ruptured his ACL last December. His grin told the story, and he acquitted himself well. Arsenal continued to play intricate football, with a Willian dummy to Eddie nearly coming back to Eddie through ESR for a shot on goal, but Strebinger gathered. In all the back and forth Vienna took a corner and headed the ball over Runarsson’s goal, and Dani took a freekick from just outside the box that Strebinger tipped over.

In the 83rd minute Balogun replaced Eddie; Folarin was immediately involved, holding the ball up in the box and nearly bringing Maitland-Niles in on goal. I am as excited about him as I am about ESR, and I do love me some ESR. Arsenal saw out the game on a series of corners and moving the ball nicely around their goal, though except for a snapshot by Willian off of a freekick and a Balogun volley over their bar we didn’t really threaten to add a fifth star to the scoreline. The three minutes of added time passed and we ran out 4-1 winners, guaranteed to lead our group into the knockout rounds.

For me Reiss Nelson was MOTM, for others Alexandre Lacazette; let’s say they share the bottle today, both having played excellent games. There wasn’t a lot to complain about, though the middle 20 minutes or so of the game held too many midfield mistakes, any one (or all) of which could have been punished by a Premier League team. But our overall quickness of foot and thought were impressive, our one-touch passing and our intricacy on either flank matched those through the middle of the final third, and we were well worth our 4 goals.

As Clive, among others, suggested in the drinks, we should be playing kids, kids, and more kids in the final group game against Dundalk next week (though he pointed out there might be competing fixtures that would limit our pool from which to choose). I say start as many as we can, as well as our injury returnees (so Chambers and Marí in defense, ESR in midfield) and perhaps their example will lead to us seeing this type of enjoyable technical football return to the Arsenal squad in more than just our Europa League games!

The architecture of footballing success is a less definitive and structured endeavor than what the aftermath of success deludes us to believe. There is no one grand plan where everything comes together by their logical inevitability, but a series of steps executed with different degrees of convictions, often arriving at the right combination of things through trial-and-error, and eventually a somewhat fortunate confluence of factors working together to propel a team to levels higher.

That makes the granularity of the timescale by which a definitive progress can be measured an extremely important choice to make, one that is fraught with too many uncertainties. The (fascinating to the neutral, nerve-wracking to the fans, mirthful with schadenfreude to the enemies) footballing project called “Arsenal after Arsène” has now entered a pivotal stage where judging that timescale correctly will decide the future of the club for many years to come.

If we in the Arsenal community had thought after the FA Cup and Community Shield victories this season will surely be a steady upward curve of performance and results, culminating in a top four position at the end of the season and hopefully a trophy or two along the way, the last few weeks had already shattered that illusion. We were at 11^th position in the league after 9 matches played, with a negative goal difference, consecutive home losses, and not scoring a goal from open play for 5 matches now.

So we approached our home game against the Wolverhampton Wanderers with exactly the kind of anxiety that we had hoped at the beginning of the season we left behind for good. Not just the ordinary anxiety about the match, but a feeling of deep uncertainty about the season and worst of all, a growing sense of doubt about the team and the manager.

Arteta set out the team in a 4-3-3 formation. Leno protected by a four-man defense of Hector, Luiz, Gabriel and Tierney. Partey’s injury and Elneny returning just days back from quarantine meant the old pairing of Xhaka-Ceballos in the engine room. There was an attacking and positive choice in Joe Willock as the midfield in the most advanced position. Willian and Saka providing the width for the captain. This is the most barren run of matches in all of Aubameyang’s career and it was now evident from his body language and movements that this has started to impact him psychologically.

We started the match at a pedestrian pace, backing off Wolves as they moved the ball crisply towards our goal and created a bit of pressure. In the third minute we moved down our left side with a competent counterattack involving Joe, Saka and Auba but the watchful Wolves defense handled the threat easily.

On the 6^th minute David Luiz – trying to head in a Willian corner – collided head-to-head with Raul Jimenez and both landed on the floor unconscious. It looked to be a bad injury for both of them. Luiz eventually got up after prolonged treatment on his bloodied head, but Jimenez looked to be in a far serious trouble as he had to be stretchered off the field. We later learned that he had to undergo a surgery on fractured skull. Wishing Jimenez a fast recovery and return to the team. He was replaced by the youngster Fabio Silva, another addition to Nuno’s Portuguese project.

For some inexplicable reason the Arsenal medical team decided that despite such a collision and all the consequent risks of concussions it was wiser to keep Luiz on the pitch with a bandaged head through which blood was seeping out. Football continues to be reckless about head injuries and I think a quick and effective solution can be easily achieved by involving (a) a neutral medical body that attend every game and only they can make the decision about whether a player can continue or not after any trauma to the head and (b) allowing teams extra substitution to replace players after such injuries.

The game resumed after 10-odd minutes of delay and as often happens with this type of breaks fell into a lull where both teams were slow on the ball and in movements. We were noticeably the slower of the two. Luiz and Gabriel attempted long and aimless passes into the attacking third that drifted out harmlessly. Then Wolves picked up their speed of movement and passing and we fell apart.

Adama Traore ran rings around (an otherwise solid) Tierney with his speed and trickery, put in a delicious cross that Dendoncker was equal to but his header ricocheted off the bar. Our entire defense moved sluggishly – none more so than a bandaged and bleeding David Luiz – as Neto was the fastest to respond and his crisp goalbound shot bounced off Gabriel into the net.

Arsenal 0 – Wolves 1 (Neto 27’)

The goal did inspire an immediate response from the team as Tierney moved forward quickly but his cross was cleared by Coady. A minute later Willian put in an excellent cross in the box (a rare moment of quality from a highly experienced player who has massively underwhelmed thus far in Arsenal colors) that Gabriel attacked — using his strength very well to fend off multiple Wolves defenders – into the top left corner of Wolves goal. Rui Patricio had no chance. Finally a goal from open play!

Arsenal 1 (Gabriel 29’) – Wolves 1 (Neto 27’)

Instead of creating a spark of commitment and creativity as can be hoped for the equalizer put us back again into some kind of lethargic funk which was personified by our midfield duo Xhaka and Ceballos. This was a wretched performance by both of them, devoid of discipline, tactical understanding and any impetus whatsoever. Xhaka committed himself in a duel with Traore who quite easily got the better of him and put in a lovely through pass straight down the middle of the pitch that we had no one covering for. Our entire defensive line backed up and backed up, allowing a shot that changed direction deflecting off Bellerin; Leno was wrong-footed, but that alone doesn’t fully absolve him pushing it back in the middle of the box. Our defenders were again sluggish to respond to the danger as Podence was the first to attack the ball and then finishing neatly for their second goal.

Arsenal 1 (Gabriel 29’) – Wolves 1 (Neto 27’, Podence 42’)

The goal conceded didn’t improve the tempo of our game. Only Willock and Saka in tandem with Tierney looked to be genuinely bothered to force the issue. And when we earned a free-kick outside the penalty box it was David Luiz who stepped up to take it. At some point of time in a mythical past Luiz had scored from a few long-distance free-kicks; he tried quite a few playing for us and each of those were abysmally poor. I winder at the wisdom of continuing to allow him to take free-kicks when we have Auba, Xhaka and Pépé (when he is playing) all of whom have scored goals from free-kicks for us and at least more often than not hit the target. Luiz’s extravagant attempt flew over. I hope this is the last time we see a David Luiz free-kick in Arsenal colors.

We tried a few moves, Auba got a tame shot away at the Patricio around 45^th minute. And just a few minutes later our defense was again shredded to pieces as they moved the ball with precision and pace through an empty midfield and a right side where Bellerin was being provided little support by Willian and Luiz who was still visibly feeling the effect of the collision.

We did put the ball in their penalty box one more time before the half ended. Dani got an inadvertent elbow his face in the melee. If a penalty were given it would have probably been harsh on Wolves.

The first half ended with us trailing at home, again.

The team emerged from the tunnel for the second half with Luiz replaced by Holding. Sanity prevailed eventually, even though 40 minutes too late.

There was a bit more determination and intent in our game in the second half. But after that abysmal first half that was not very hard to do. Xhaka and Ceballos were still losing a lot of the 50-50 challenges. Every time an Arsenal attack threatened to form the slow and ponderous passing from the midfield would inevitably dampen the promise.  

Traore made another of his trademark runs that Gabriel barely managed to handle. The mightily built Spanish winger threw himself to the ground as if the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave away and earned a well-deserved (and unprotested) yellow card for such thespian excellence.

If the match report until now hasn’t mentioned Aubameyang much that is because our talismanic captain was neither given the service he needs nor was he making things for himself with pressing or intelligent movement between the lines. The one time he pressed hungrily he forced an error off Rui Patricio and took the ball off his feet. From a position like that Aubameyang in full flow was guaranteed to score. But this time he hesitated a bit longer between going towards his left or attempt a curler with his right foot. He chose the second option but his shot was tame and cleared by Coady who, unlike our senior most defender, read the situation perfectly and was alert to the danger.

We had a few more of these types of chances that we must show more composure and quality to finish if we are to turn around our wretched run of results. There was a free-kick from a promising position, the kind from which Auba had scored goals for us, and Willian wasted it by failing to test the keeper. Saka – along with Joe and Tierney our liveliest – put in an excellent chip in the box from byline and Holding tamely headed that over. Saka himself failed to make best use of a good delivery from Bellerin, a diving header was better suited to the heigh of the delivery than the attempted volley. There was another high quality cross from Bellerin that Auba attacked without any conviction and headed over. He has both time and space to attack the cross and put the ball in the net.

In between Reiss came in for Willian around 65^th minute and with 10 minutes to go Lacazette replaced Xhaka. Nelson too missed a very presentable chance when he volleyed over hurriedly just a few meters away from the goal even though he had all the time in the world to bring the ball under control and shoot.

These chances or half-chances were too few and far between. We didn’t put in as much pressure as we should, we didn’t create enough opportunities, we didn’t attempt shots on target, the team never raised the intensity of the game to a level where a flurry of chances was created. Willock played well and demonstrated that when you support skill with tenacity and intensity you can crack the most resolute of defenses. Xhaka and Ceballos put in one of the worst midfield performances I have ever seen for Arsenal, both individually and collectively, both offensively and defensively. In modern football with such absence of quality in the middle of the pitch cannot be overcome by other parts of the game. The club has been too slow to recognize and react to this glaring hole in the middle of the pitch. Partey’s acquisition goes only halfway towards solving that problem and it is absolutely vital that we reinforce the midfield with players of much higher quality than what we have.

Wolves defended deep for the rest of the match, not overly troubled by any of our attacks. And the ease with which they saw out their lead was a stark reminder about how predictable our attack has become, lacking any edge or imagination.

The club leadership with be severely tested in the coming months. And this doesn’t just mean Arteta, though much of the accountability rests with him. Leadership includes the decision makers at the executive level who will have to push themselves beyond their comfort zone to strengthen the team and support Arteta in all possible ways. Leadership also includes the senior members of the team who have to come together, find solutions to the problems on the pitch, drive and inspire the highly talented group of younger players we have. Aubameyang, Luiz, Willian, Lacazette, Xhaka, Bellerin – this is also their time to step up and be counted as true leaders.

We are in a difficult situation, but not an irrecoverably difficult one. A club with Arsenal’s stature, wealth, support base must have to find a way out of it. We supporters should be patient, but we also should see signs that the leadership at all levels are as invested in the success of the club as much as we the supporters, we who make their lives successful. 

An Arsenal squad that has, this season, both raised our hopes and dashed them horribly, made their way to the frozen north aiming to cement qualification for the Europa League knock-out rounds. In the PL we have averaged just over 9 shots per game yielding a mere 9 goals in 9 games whereas in this competition, despite still not looking like a well-oiled machine, we have averaged almost 18 shots per game garnering a healthier tally of 9 goals in 3 games. A recent series of disappointing performances and results, leavened only by wins against Manure and tonight’s hosts, left me wondering if we were capable of rising to tonight’s challenge. Could we maintain our 100% record in this competition to enable us to rest key players in the last two group games or would the PL creative malaise infect this competition as well? Could a healthy sprinkling of aspirant youth help us recover from our lethargy?

Mikel must have been reading OM’s fine preview, selecting 10 of his 11, choosing to start Nketiah rather than ESR:

Rúnarsson, 

Cédric, Mustafi, Luiz, Maitland-Niles, 

Willock, Xhaka, 

Lacazette,

Nelson, Pépé, Nketiah.

Subs: Macey, Hein, Bellerin, Tierney, Ceballos, Holding, Smith Rowe, Balogun, Azeez, Cottrell

There was pre-match speculation as to whether Lacazette would reprise his recent deep-lying forward/advanced midfield role or play up front in a pair with Nketiah in a fluid 4-4-2? Starting with four attackers (5 if you include Willock) should ensure that we get more players into and around the box. The bench had that sprinkling of youthful talent hopefully to be given a decent run out if we could make the game safe early on rather than to be thrown on to salvage the game.

Before the kick off there was one minute’s silence in memory of the late Diego Maradona. Mikel Arteta looked somewhat nervously on as Molde kicked off. As many suggested, Lacazette played deeper than the more advanced Nketiah, flanked by Pépé and Nelson. In the opening minutes, Arsenal started on the front foot, pressed high and a neat chip from AMN forced the Molde keeper to tip it over the bar. The game then settled down to 10 minutes of toothless alternate cut and thrust. Then a nice burst forward by Nelson led to an Arsenal corner culminating in a wild effort from Pépé that sailed high over the bar. Seconds later, a neat one-two with Lacazette at the edge of the box gave Nelson a shot from 6 yards but the keeper got a foot to his effort. Immediately thereafter, a wicked Molde cross from our right eluded Luiz at the front post, zipped across the six-yard box past Rúnarsson at his near post and was met by a Molde player sliding in at the far post. Fortunately, that player’s impending collision with the post caused him to screw the shot along the goal line to be gratefully poked clear by Rúnarsson still poised at the near post. Lucky Arsenal! 

Then a clever dribble into the box and low cross from Pépé induced a flick from Nketiah that failed to beat the keeper. Pépé subsequently fired a shot straight at the keeper. A Pépé cross from a corner was then headed well wide by Luiz. As the first quarter ended Pépé drove aggressively at the defence, drifted in but curled his shot past the far post. Nketiah then broke through the middle but was tackled as he ran into the box. Then a long, angled ball from Nelson on the left just failed to find Lacazette running into the box on the right. 

Minutes later a Cédric cross was grasped by the keeper as two Arsenal forwards leapt for it in the six-yard box.

The bounce of the ball on the artificial turf and its slippery surface were causing us a few problems and early on, several players lost their footing. However, this was a competent display from Arsenal and but for the Molde opportunity on our goal line, we had managed their attacks well and created several opportunities.

Molde then won a corner after AMN blocked a shot from a dangerous cross from the left. A clash of heads in the box poleaxed Luiz who looked shaken but resumed play after treatment.

An encouraging aspect of the first 30 minutes was the number of mobile forward options that our midfielders had ahead of them and the pace with which we moved the ball. After another Pépé dart forward, Nketiah curled a shot from the edge of the box but it flew tamely into the keeper’s hands. Molde then put a ball in from our left that curled across our six-yard box and was just missed by a Molde forward.

Lacazette then collected the ball in the box, fed Nelson who dribbled through a crowd of defenders before falling only to have a free kick awarded against him. As the last five minutes of the first half approached, our energy level and drive seemed to drop giving Molde much more time on the ball. In possession we reverted to the ‘arc of death’ on the edge of the opposition box, moving the ball sideways then all the way back to Rúnarsson. But it was only a flash back!

Nelson who was combining well with AMN, then curved the ball over the bar from the edge of the box. A break from Molde resulted in a cross-shot from our left clearing our bar. Then Xhaka blocked a shot from the edge of our box which otherwise might have beaten Rúnarsson. Immediately afterwards, a superb Nelson ball to the far post was headed clear from Nketiah as he was poised to connect. The resultant corner was touched over an Arsenal head for another corner leading to another corner from a blocked Cédric shot. This was cleared into our half and Rúnarsson promply had Gooners’ hearts in mouths as he ran out of his box to clear and missed it completely. Fortunately, AMN covered the gaffe. Shades of Flappyhandski!

HT 0-0

We had started the first half well, looking more coherent and creative and taking more shots than we’ve done recently. However, we had struggled a bit with the surface and our energy seemed to drop briefly after 30 minutes but we raised it again to force a series of corners as the half closed. In the first half we had 51% possession, 9 shots vs 7, 3 on target vs 1, 6 corners vs 5, 246 passes vs 241 and 87% pass accuracy vs 84%. Not much in it. We definitely had the edge but they messed up the best chance of the half though they hadn’t created much else.

Holding replaced Luiz for the second half probably due to that late clash of heads. Two minutes into the half, Cédric curled a ball towards Nelson on the edge of the Molde penalty box but a defender nipped in before he could connect. On 48 minutes, Pépé took a pass from Cédric, cut inside and bent it towards the top corner of the goal, beating the keeper. Sadly, it hit the bar. A trademark Pépé effort. More please!

Seconds later, a cross from Willock on the left reached Pépé at the far side of the box. He took a touch and curled the ball past the Molde keeper and inside the far post. Beautiful goal! The path to Redemption?

0-1 Pépé, 48

Pépé was smiling again and followed his goal up with a dribble out of our half beating several players but he was tackled just as he was about to pass the ball to Nelson inside the opposition half. Nketiah then had a poacher’s goal chalked off for offside after a fine shot from AMN at the edge of the box. Pépé’s goal certainly lifted us and we began to move the ball sweetly and stream forward whenever we regained possession. Willock then darted up the right flank and fired a low ball along the edge of the six-yard box for Nelson to run into the centre of the box and fire it through the keeper into the goal.

0-2 Nelson, 55

A four man break out led to a beautiful Pépé cross to the edge of the six-yard box that Nketiah unfortunately headed over. That should definitely have been three! Holding then gave us a fright as he let ball and man past him in our box but the ball was smothered by Rúnarsson. On 60 minutes, Molde made two substitutions. We then had to defend a free kick from our left which we did without any problems. Xhaka was then replaced by Ceballos.

Pépé quickly latched onto a high ball that his defender had missed, drove towards the box and stroked a lovely low ball towards Nketiah which he tried to back heel into the far corner but he failed to connect properly. Pépé was clearly enjoying this game. Holding then intercepted a Molde pass on the left, ran forward, beat a couple of Molde players and played a lovely line ball for Nketiah who drove towards goal but his shot from the edge of the box was blocked. 

As the last quarter loomed we looked comfortable at the back and when we regained possession our defenders linked well with our midfielders who built forwards down either flank with the full backs or through the centre with Lacazette. Lacazette took a shot from the edge of the box from a gentle touch-back by Nketiah that drew an excellent save. Holding then put an effort past the near post from the corner. Willock then had a strong run to the half way line only to be fouled as he was about to pass forward. That was one of the few times our moves were disrupted by a foul – quite an unusual experience these days!

On 74 minutes, Tierney and ESR replaced Willock and Lacazette. Tierney took up his usual LB position and AMN moved to the right of midfield. A good curling shot by Bolly running into the box from our right beat Rúnarrson but fortunately also cleared the bar. On 80 minutes, Molde replaced their captain and another fella. At the same time Balogun replaced Nketiah.

On 82 minutes, a sweet ball from Ceballos found Tierney running up the left wing. Tierney passed it to ESR running into the left of the penalty area. ESR swiftly squared the ball to Balogun who turned and stroked it nicely into the box. That’s Balogun’s first first-team goal for the Arsenal. Sign that contract, laddie! ESR had displayed excellent vision for his assist.

0-3 Balogun, 83

On 89 minutes, Holding’s square pass to no-one on the edge of our box almost put us in trouble but otherwise we were dealing competently with the Molde attack and on regaining the ball stroked it swiftly forward through midfield with confidence. As the game ticked towards its end, Balogun was unlucky to be caught marginally offside on a ball over the top by Cédric. The energy, mobility and enthusiasm of ESR and Balogun up front enlivened the last few minutes of added time.

FT 0-3 Arsenal

Apparently, this is the first time that we have won our first four matches in a Europa League group. We looked a more fluent operation than we have for some time in the PL. This was probably at least in part because Molde committed hardly any fouls to break up our play and our players were able to run with the ball and run into space without being chopped. The curse of Sam Allardyce apparently hasn’t reached the frozen north. The second half in particular was most enjoyable viewing.

This was a pretty competent performance all round. Rúnarsson did have a dodgy moment with his fluffed clearance, got lucky with his save from Molde’s best chance and had very little else to do. Cédric brought the ball forward well, linked well with Pépé and made several excellent passes and crosses. The three centre backs we used contributed to a generally solid defensive performance though Holding had a couple of ‘daft moments’. AMN had an excellent game and linked well with Nelson when he went forward. Willocks shone again in midfield, provided an effective link between defence and attack and deserved his two lovely assists. Xhaka produced a very competent performance both with and without the ball which Ceballos didn’t surpass when replacing him. Pépé and Nelson were our most dangerous attackers, giving their markers a torrid time and deserved their goals. Lacazette worked hard between midfield and attack, provided several good through balls and was unlucky not to score though I remain unconvinced by him in this role. Nketiah put in a good shift and was unlucky not to get on the scoresheet but really should have taken one of his chances. Surprisingly KT3 is still able to run while the 10 minute cameos from ESR and Balogun have given us a tantalising glimpse of a possible future. Could they match DB10 and TH14? No pressure, lads. We’ll hopefully see more of their skills in the final two group games.

Job done. Now we have to sort out the PL performances.