EVERTON 1 (Fellaini 28) – ARSENAL 1 (Walcott 1) The boy behind me name-checking each player as he stepped off the coach, “Sagna, Ox, Szczesny, Wilshere, Walcott”, and “there’s Arteta” was the only sound penetrating the cold of Goodison Road. No boos, no shouts, no profanity. This was the Arsenal team bus, not that of Chelsea or City. It is interesting; listen in on any conversation about football in a pub say, or in the changing room at the gym and the comment from one participant will nearly always be “I love watching Arsenal.” A game against Arsenal doesn’t carry the baggage of accumulated grievance and long-term enmity, it’s...






