It was dark and wet and late when we finally gathered to welcome Mikel Arteta to Arsenal. They had stolen him away in the night from Manchester City – the lights of the people carrier illuminating the private road on which he lived in fashionable Didsbury – and there had been bitterness over all that.
But as we sat with the man tasked with turning a great football back in the right direction, that familiar brooding darkness coloured his eyes as he punched the fist of one hand in to the palm of the other.
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