More often in the past it has been Wenger’s over-engineered attack that has infuriated. Here comes Arsène again, wheeling his harpsichord out on to the touchline, strings furred with grass, sheet music sodden, legs clogged with mud, when most of the time all he really needs is a pair of bongos.No, I have no idea what he means, either.
25 August 2015
Quote of the day
The Guardian waxes lyrically over the Arsenal-Liverpool match last night: