Here we go – the moment of truth, Amen Corner, the spaghetti western shoot-out between Clint Eastwood and Ramon Rojo.
Perhaps analogies about fistfuls of dollars are unhelpful when Manchester City are facing more than a hundred allegations of financial doping, but they will ride into town with Arsenal feeling the first twitches of intestinal nerves in the title race.
Who wins? Not to put too fine a point on it, the team that remains stout of heart and firm of rectum. Or, as Sherlock Holmes almost observed, “Alimentary, my dear Watson.”
