Does my head hurt a little this morning? Yes, yes it does. Am I as sad as Frank Lampard and Olivier Giroud? No, no I am not.
Arsenal won the cup, and I loved it. It was tense, my stomach wasn’t right, I felt stress, even my feet were sweating, and at the end when Chelsea were down to 9 men, I could see headlines about their late equaliser and stubborn resistance in extra-time to win on penalties, but that didn’t happen.
What did happen was Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang scored twice, just like in the semi-final, to win a record 14th FA Cup for Arsenal. The 14 driving us to number 14. After everything that has happened this season, almost 12 months of madcap, surreal, bizarre, frustrating, maddening, frightening, exciting nonsense that 2019-20 has served up, it seems somehow apt that we’ve finished it with success. A trophy, and all the other stuff it brings. More on that anon.
The main selection choice for Mikel Arteta was about the left wing-back position, and Ainsley Maitland-Niles’ sterling performance in the semi-final earned him his place in the final. A salutary lesson for some other squad members who…