Manchester City’s players would have heard it all; the Emirates in its most potent voice all season, the stadium DJ in the most mischievous of full-time moods and the music still booming from the home dressing room and its celebrations as they slumped onto the bus for what must’ve been one of the quieter return journeys north.
For Arsenal, this was an afternoon almost unbelievably neat in its perfection, capped with goals from academy graduates, an under-fire striker and a cathartic giddiness that a long-time tormentor could be put away with such aplomb.
