The fact that Arsenal changed their manager after 22 years this summer has, to this point, felt a little bit like a fever dream. A press conference here, a couple of social media friendly training snaps there. Pre-season friendlies that, like dreams, swiftly fade from the memory banks like a handful of sand seeping out from between your fingers, forgotten as quickly as they are absorbed. It still doesn’t quite feel real. But it will do on Sunday, when Unai Emery strides into the Arsenal technical area and starts the long process of dislodging Arsene Wenger’s arse groove in the home dugout. Incidentally, I love the way that language has remained untainted by progress over the years when...
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