Watching Arsenal’s supervisor watch the goalless first leg of a cup semi-final was extra fascinating than watching the goalless first leg of a league cup semi-finalOf all the indignities foisted on Arsène Wenger throughout his time in English soccer, this was maybe a recent degree of zip-fumbling, hood-gnawing horror. At the finish of a room‑temperature semi-final Wenger mentioned he had fairly loved his 90 minutes in the Stamford Bridge press box. “You see, you’re effectively handled, you don’t have anything to complain about,” he instructed the gathered journalists, expertly seizing the alternative to chastise, as soon as once more, the folks he most enjoys chastising.VAR points apart – the picture of Martin Atkinson fiddling together with his ear will dwell lengthy in the reminiscence – this was the most notable facet of Chelsea’s and Arsenal’s Zero-Zero first-leg draw. Earlier than kick‑off at Stamford Bridge the information that Wenger could be cramming himself into one of the shin‑barking blue plastic seats of the Chelsea press box, peering down sadly the again of Antonio Conte’s elegantly coutured body, had impressed a protecting tenderness in the ready press corps. Proceed studying…

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