ARTETA, WHERE'S THE MAGIC HAT?

I don't know what it is about football in 2024, but I don't feel the same joy going into games as I used to. December is a slog, like a marathon after a 9-pint session—it's unpleasant, the stomach is on edge, there's no fun in it… mostly because you're expecting to win the whole damn thing.

That leads to some adverse reactions in the moment. I felt dreadful after that result yesterday because in my bones, I knew that's where the game would finish after about 22 minutes.

The difficulty watching Arsenal now...