Send on the cavalry, Arsenal. But when your cavalry is Theo Walcott, far more a young man running around on one of those wooden sticks with a horse’s head at the top than a mighty angry stallion ready to breathe life into your side, you know you’re pretty much doomed.
This is exactly what Theo is. Not just a one trick pony but a wooden one. Did he get a touch when he came on? Did Bif?