With 20 minutes gone Son made his first forward run and promptly left the field with a muscle injury. He gave Pierre-Emile Højbjerg a constant, neck-swivelling problem, with Matt Doherty overwhelmed by his movement and offered zero cover by Bale. Emile Smith Rowe, given time and opportunities, had a wonderful first half. For long periods Arsenal were zippy in possession and fearless in their attacking overloads. Instead there was an open invitation for Arsenal’s own fine young fine attacking trident to settle, run the game and generally take out of the 90 minutes large amounts of real estate where Bernd Leno might have been bicycle-kicking the ball into his own net and all the rest of it. And yet faced with this possibility Spurs offered: no pressure, no possession, no David Luiz comedy opportunities. Pressurise Arsenal’s defence and they are likely to make a mistake. It had seemed a simple enough equation at kick-off. Mourinho has a reputation as the king of pain, master of the deep block, but he picked a team geared to attack with Tanguy Ndombele, Gareth Bale (a semi-interested spectator), Lucas Moura (busy but vague), Son Heung‑min and Harry Kane (angrily peripheral) making up five parts of the front six. It was a double puzzle given the Spurs selection. They deserved it too, against a team who came to the Emirates Stadium pre-terrified, hunkered from the first seconds into a fearful deep block, and apparently set on trying to win this game walking backwards. Lacazette smashed the kick low into the corner and Arsenal preserved that 2-1 scoreline to the end. But this was a foul in any sport you care to name – ice hockey, karate, Shrove Tuesday midden-ball. Sánchez came barrelling right through his man all the same. Perhaps José Mourinho will continue to dispute the award of that match-winning penalty just after the hour, with the score 1-1, as Davinson Sánchez came storming back to intercept a long pass to Alex Lacazette.

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