Terrace Talk: Arsenal - White heat of past meetings missing again

Prior to yesterday’s match, I met up with a mate who’d flown over from Dublin to bring Joel, his youngster, to his first ever Arsenal game. 

If one was planning such an outing, you would’ve thought that with the momentous history between the two sides and with so little love lost between Wenger and Mourinho, a high-profile end of season clash between Arsenal and Man Utd should prove a guaranteed winner.

Don’t get me wrong because as far as I’m concerned, there can’t possibly be a more pleasant way to pass a Sunday afternoon than watching the Gunners, while soaking up some particularly agreeable Spring sunshine. Yet when one reflects upon the obscenely inflated sums invested in the prima donna purveyors of our afternoon’s entertainment, frankly I sat there at half-time thinking that my Irish pal and his lad must’ve felt like they’d been sold a pup, with the sum total of the first 45 minutes amounting to quite such disappointingly dour and uninspiring fare.