I, like so many other Arsenal supporters, came out of yesterday’s clash at Anfield feeling an immediate sense of relief but a gradually increasing feeling of being completely gutted we’d not won. It wasn’t the lateness of the equaliser but the inevitability of it that at some stage whether it be the 60th, 87th or 95th it was going to come.
There are some already thoroughly discussed reasons behind why the game swung with all the pathways meeting at Granit Xhaka’s confrontation with Trent Alexander-Arnold. “Don’t wake up the crowd,” I remember shouting at the television as I frantically and simultaneously wrote out the live blog covering the game.
However, after a night’s sleep and a short morning of reflection, I now have a feeling of appreciation to how damn good Arsenal are. After more than a decade of lacklustre and hopeful trips to Merseyside ending in disappointment and dropped points there was a stark difference to this year’s visit.
