TERRACE TALK: Arsenal - Have we found the scent of a title charge?

The former Arsenal trademark of applying such relentless pressure, right at the death, so that flagging opponents inevitably succumb, seems to have become a rare phenomenon in recent times.

Doubtless the wall-to-wall media hype was partially responsible for our euphoric celebrations, which were so ebullient one might have thought the Gunners had just guaranteed the title, with our last-gasp spoke in the wheel of the Foxes’ bandwagon.

Yet amidst this explosion of unconfined joy at having eventually managed to restore the natural order of things with Danny Welbeck’s winner, I found myself struggling to recall the last occasion when we enjoyed an equally dramatic “football, bloody hell!” moment.