Across the pitch, on the edge of his technical area, Arsène Wenger watched Eze cross the white line and stood very still.
He turned to his assistant. Said something. His assistant started shouting at the back four, pointing at Eze, pushing them another two yards deeper with his hands.
I am still frightened of him, the old man had said in the tunnel. Tonight I think I pay for it.
The Arsenal end had gone quiet. Quiet enough that for the first time all night I could hear individual voices in it, fifty-six thousand people and you could pick out one bloke in red screaming "WAKE UP ARSENAL!" like his life was in it. Maybe it was.
And from the other end of the bowl, Glad All Over again, louder than before, the clap like gunfire.
[68'.]
