A strange feeling this morning: Waking up without that pervading will-they, won’t-they worry about Champions League qualification. Not to mention the not insignificant matter of keeping Spurs in our cannon-shaped shadow. The air feels sweeter somehow. The pressure lifted. It’s quite a relief to be able to step out from under the dangling Damoclesian sword of finishing fifth, and to enjoy the summer with the expectation that maybe, just maybe, we’ll actually strengthen the team substantially.
There are those, though, who are now trying to paint the Arsenal fans and players celebrating finishing fourth as somehow unbecoming of a big club. Let’s be honest, that’s bollocks. You only need to watch Milan going mental after qualifying late last night to see what it means to even a club which has won the thing seven times. Also, ask yourself if Spurs, or Everton, or Liverpool had qualified, would they have just shrugged stoically? Would the press have congratulated them in a manner that would be considered unbecoming of a biscuit-based circle jerk? You know the answer to both these questions.