Fwee, Fwee, Fweeeeeeee.
"Well, they'll be disappointed," the commentator said, a touch of weight in his tone — not heavy, not tragic, just true.
"You get the feeling Arteta and this Arsenal team would've wanted the full package tonight. Three points, momentum, another landmark for Izan, and the sweet afterglow of midweek silverware still burning behind them. But that's not how football works, is it?"
The camera panned slowly across the pitch, catching flashes of breath in the cold North London air, studs dragging through the turf, shoulders slumped but not broken.
The final whistle had blown minutes ago, and while the result wasn't a disaster, it wasn't quite a celebration either.
"Everton just don't go away. They didn't when they played Liverpool either — forced them to dig deep, really deep, until Jota found a winner in the 76th minute. And here again, they've made Arsenal feel every blade of grass, every pass under pressure."
