The footballing cosmos is littered with false dawns. For every legitimate 'New Maradona', there are thousands of  'New Zidane' and 'New Bjorn Tore Kvarme's' who eventually - after being blinded by the dazzling media attention and left to stumble down their respective country's league pyramid - find themselves at Dumbarton as part-time striker, full-time groundsman/Kitman/Barkeep. When the lights stop dazzling, it's easy to get dizzy and take a wrong turn.

After a win like that it is hard to talk about the sticks that are used to beat Arsenal with as it looks like petty point scoring (as much as the "I told you so" remarks from the perpetually negative who foretell our every downfall) however we cannot talk about a victory like the one against Manchester City without discussing why it was so momentous and such a huge relief.