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Because they learned how to respond after finally tasting it again.
The walk back toward the dressing room felt completely different from Watford.
Not just because Arsenal had won.
Because the emotional weight inside the players had changed.
At Vicarage Road, every step through the tunnel had carried frustration and disbelief. Heads lowered. Silence heavy. Defeat lingering everywhere.
Tonight, beneath the old concrete corridors of Goodison Park, there was exhaustion too.
But this exhaustion felt earned.
Controlled.
Healthy.
The roar from the away supporters still echoed behind them as Arsenal disappeared down the tunnel after the 5–1 victory, applause following them all the way toward the dressing room entrance.
Francesco walked near the front beside Koscielny, both breathing heavily after ninety intense minutes.
Laurent shook his head once with a tired smile.
"We needed that."
"Yes," Francesco admitted quietly.
"Very much."
Behind them Walker was already talking again, which honestly confirmed the emotional recovery of the squad more than the scoreline itself.
"I'm telling you," he announced loudly while pointing toward Robertson, "my weather theory is scientifically accurate."
Robertson looked genuinely exhausted by him.
"You say this every week."
"And every week I'm right."
"You are never right."
"Emotionally right."
"That's not a thing."
"It absolutely is."
Even Alexis laughed at that.
Actually laughed.
Not the short sarcastic exhale he usually gave after victories.
A real laugh.
That alone told Francesco everything about how much this result mattered psychologically.
The dressing room door finally opened.
And instantly the atmosphere changed.
Music was already playing softly somewhere near the recovery area.
Staff moved around quickly handing out drinks and recovery shakes.
Players dropped bags and boots everywhere without caring about organization for once.
Good moods rarely stayed tidy.
Walker collapsed dramatically onto the bench nearest the entrance.
"I may never run again."
"That would improve your crossing," Ramsey replied immediately.
Walker pointed at him weakly.
"Unnecessary attack."
"Completely necessary."
Laughter spread properly through the room now.
Not forced.
Not cautious.
Free.
Francesco sat down at his locker slowly, muscles finally beginning to tighten now that adrenaline was fading away. Sweat still clung to the back of his neck while exhaustion settled heavily into his legs.
But underneath all of it sat satisfaction.
Not arrogance.
Not overconfidence.
Just satisfaction at how the team had responded.
Across the room, Gnabry was replaying his goal on someone's phone already while Alexis stood behind him criticizing details anyway.
"You should have hit it first time harder."
"I scored."
"Yes, but harder."
"That makes no sense."
Alexis shrugged.
"More dramatic."
Francesco smiled faintly watching them.
That was Arsenal again.
The normal rhythm had returned.
Kanté sat quietly near the center of the room unlacing his boots with the same calm focus he approached everything with, though even he looked lighter emotionally tonight.
Francesco stood and walked toward him briefly.
"Good game."
Kanté looked up immediately.
"You too."
"You ran everywhere again."
The French midfielder smiled modestly.
"A little."
"A little?" Walker interrupted loudly from across the room. "Brother, you covered approximately all of Liverpool tonight."
That earned another wave of laughter.
Kanté looked embarrassed by the attention immediately, which somehow made everyone laugh harder.
Eventually Wenger entered.
And despite the relaxed mood, the room still instinctively settled slightly when the manager walked in.
Not silent.
Respectful.
Wenger looked around carefully first.
And for the first time since Watford, there was visible warmth in his expression again.
"Better," he said simply.
The players listened immediately.
"Much better."
He walked slowly toward the center of the room while staff members continued moving quietly around the edges.
"You responded correctly after difficulty," Wenger continued calmly. "That is what strong teams do."
No dramatic praise.
No emotional speeches.
That wasn't Wenger.
But the approval mattered anyway.
Especially after the intensity of the previous week.
"You stayed calm after conceding," he continued. "You stayed organized. You trusted your football again."
Francesco leaned back slightly at his locker listening carefully.
Because that was exactly what the match had really been about.
Trust.
Not just tactics.
Trust in themselves again.
Wenger glanced toward the midfield group.
"Much better control emotionally."
Then toward the defense.
"Better positioning after transitions."
Then finally toward Francesco.
"And better leadership."
Francesco lowered his eyes briefly at that.
Compliments still felt uncomfortable sometimes.
Especially public ones.
Walker immediately ruined the serious moment anyway.
"Can we also acknowledge my weather prediction was correct?"
The room exploded again.
Even Wenger blinked slowly.
"What prediction?"
"That rain causes emotional instability."
There was a full second of silence.
Then Wenger nodded once with complete seriousness.
"Yes. Of course."
The room nearly collapsed laughing.
Walker looked delighted with himself.
"I've changed football analysis forever."
"You should retire immediately," Ramsey replied.
Eventually the atmosphere settled again while players slowly began standing and heading toward the showers.
Francesco grabbed a towel from his locker when Wenger's voice stopped him.
"Francesco."
He turned immediately.
"Yes?"
"Press conference with me tonight."
Of course.
After a result like this, the captain would always be needed.
Francesco nodded once.
"Okay."
Wenger gave a small approving look before moving deeper into the room to speak with staff members.
Francesco headed toward the showers afterward alongside several teammates while the noise of the dressing room continued behind them.
Steam filled the shower area quickly as hot water hit exhausted muscles.
The physical relief came almost instantly.
Nearby, Robertson leaned back against the tiled wall letting water run through his hair.
"I forgot how loud this stadium gets."
Walker snorted.
"You say that like you've survived war."
"I basically have."
"Fair."
Alexis stood nearby replaying moments from the match aloud again despite already being in the shower.
"We should've scored six."
"You are unbelievable," Cazorla laughed.
"It was possible."
"You scored already."
"Still."
Typical Alexis.
Francesco stood quietly beneath the water for a while letting the exhaustion settle out of his body properly.
Football moved strangely sometimes.
A few days earlier the entire world felt heavy after Watford.
Now confidence had returned again.
Not because one win erased everything.
Because the team had proven something to themselves mentally.
That mattered more.
Eventually Francesco returned to the dressing room dressed in a black Arsenal jumpsuit with the club crest stitched across the chest. His hair was still slightly damp when he zipped the jacket halfway and grabbed a bottle of water from his locker.
Most players had already changed into travel gear now.
The room still buzzed softly with energy.
Different from the hollow silence after Watford.
Much different.
Gnabry was arguing with Alexis over who deserved more credit for the third goal.
"It's my finish."
"It's my movement before the finish."
"You didn't touch the ball."
"Psychological movement."
"That's not football."
"It is advanced football."
Francesco shook his head smiling.
"You two are exhausting."
"We know," Alexis replied immediately.
Near the far side of the room, Cech packed his gloves away with his usual methodical precision while Koscielny sat quietly receiving treatment on one ankle.
Francesco walked over briefly.
"You okay?"
Laurent nodded.
"Just old."
"That's reassuring."
"Very."
The French defender glanced up with a faint smile.
"We needed this response."
"Yes."
Koscielny's expression settled slightly afterward.
"Good teams always reveal themselves after difficult weeks."
That line stayed with Francesco for a second.
Because it felt true.
Eventually the media liaison appeared near the doorway.
"Two minutes."
Francesco grabbed his jacket properly after that and headed toward the corridor where Wenger already waited outside the dressing room.
The manager stood calmly with hands folded behind his back while stadium staff moved around them carrying equipment and media gear.
"You look less miserable tonight," Wenger observed quietly.
"Winning helps."
"It usually does."
They walked together toward the press room.
And unlike Watford, the atmosphere around them now carried energy instead of heaviness.
Still intense.
Still crowded.
But lighter.
Reporters always moved differently around winning teams.
The closer they got to the media area, the louder the noise became.
Voices overlapping.
Camera crews repositioning.
Questions already forming.
By the time the press room doors opened, flashes exploded immediately.
Cameras lifted toward them.
Microphones waited neatly across the front table.
Wenger sat first.
Francesco beside him again.
This time the atmosphere felt sharper in a different way.
Not hunting for crisis.
Looking for reaction.
The press officer spoke briefly.
"We'll begin."
Hands rose instantly.
The first question came toward Wenger.
"Arsène, how important was this response after the Watford defeat?"
Wenger folded his hands calmly.
"Very important," he admitted. "Not only because we won, but because of how we played emotionally after difficult moments."
Pens moved immediately.
The manager continued.
"At Watford we lost control after conceding. Tonight we remained calm."
Another reporter followed quickly.
"Did you specifically work on the psychological side this week?"
Wenger nodded.
"Yes. Because football is emotional. You must manage those emotions correctly."
Francesco recognized the exact phrasing from training sessions.
The same message repeated again and again.
A journalist near the front turned toward Francesco next.
"As captain, were you aware early in the match that players feared another collapse after Rooney's goal?"
Francesco answered honestly.
"Yes."
The room quieted slightly.
"You could feel hesitation for a few minutes," he admitted. "That's normal after what happened at Watford."
Then calmly:
"But the important thing was how we responded to it."
Another reporter leaned forward.
"What changed?"
Francesco thought for a second.
"We trusted ourselves again."
Simple.
True.
"We stopped rushing emotionally and started playing football again."
Wenger nodded faintly beside him.
Approval again.
Another question came immediately.
"Do you think losing to Watford actually helped the team in some ways?"
Interesting question.
Wenger answered first.
"I do not enjoy losing football matches," he said dryly, earning soft laughter from the room.
Then more seriously:
"But difficult moments can sharpen focus if the mentality is strong."
The reporter turned toward Francesco.
"Do you agree?"
Francesco nodded slowly.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
"Sometimes defeat reminds you how small mistakes become big problems very quickly."
The room listened carefully now.
"At Watford we learned emotionally what happens when control disappears. Tonight we corrected it."
Another journalist raised his voice from the back.
"So this win feels more important than a normal league victory?"
Francesco glanced briefly toward Wenger before answering.
"In some ways, yes."
Several reporters immediately looked up.
"Because response matters in football," he continued. "Anybody can play well when confidence is perfect. Strong teams show themselves after setbacks."
That line moved quickly across keyboards.
Nearby Wenger remained completely composed, letting his captain speak freely again.
A reporter from another outlet spoke next.
"Arsène, were you particularly pleased with the leadership shown tonight?"
Wenger looked sideways briefly toward Francesco before answering.
"Yes."
Short.
Firm.
"He helped keep the team calm after we conceded."
Francesco immediately looked uncomfortable hearing praise publicly again.
Unfortunately the journalists noticed.
One of them smiled.
"You don't enjoy compliments much, do you Francesco?"
A few quiet laughs moved through the room.
Francesco rubbed lightly at the back of his neck.
"Not after matches."
"Even after winning 5–1?"
"Especially then."
That earned more laughter.
Even Wenger smiled faintly beside him.
Another question arrived quickly.
"Did you feel pressure personally after speaking publicly following the Watford defeat?"
Francesco shook his head.
"No. Responsibility isn't pressure."
Then after a pause:
"It's part of leadership."
The room grew quieter again.
He continued carefully.
"When you lose as captain, you speak first. When you win, you also speak first."
A reporter nodded slowly while writing.
Another voice came toward Wenger.
"What impressed you most tactically tonight?"
Wenger answered immediately.
"Our discipline after taking the lead."
He gestured lightly with one hand.
"We did not allow the match to become chaotic. At Watford we became emotional. Tonight we remained intelligent."
Again that phrase.
Emotional football.
The lesson of the week.
A journalist near the middle raised another question.
"Francesco, your goal seemed to calm the entire team. Did you sense that?"
"Yes."
No false modesty there.
"Not because of me personally," he clarified quickly. "Because equalizers change emotional momentum."
He leaned slightly forward now.
"When Rooney scored, the stadium believed completely. We needed to interrupt that feeling quickly."
Carragher had spoken about that exact thing on television days earlier.
Managing moments.
Francesco understood it even more now after living through both matches.
Another reporter smiled slightly.
"You also celebrated with quite a lot of emotion."
"That's normal."
"You looked angry."
"I was."
The room laughed softly again.
"Why?"
"Because we conceded."
Even Wenger chuckled quietly at that one.
Another journalist shifted the conversation again.
"Do you think this victory can become a turning point after the disappointment last week?"
Wenger answered before Francesco this time.
"I hope there is no turning point because I hope there was no crisis."
Good answer.
Classic Wenger.
"We lost one match," he continued calmly. "Today we responded well. That is all."
But another reporter pressed slightly.
"The media reaction after Watford became quite dramatic."
Wenger gave the faintest shrug.
"The media enjoys drama."
That earned louder laughter around the room.
Francesco smiled down at the table briefly.
True again.
Another question came toward him.
"Francesco, were you aware of the television analysis praising your leadership after Watford?"
Leah had watched that.
He remembered immediately.
"Yes."
"And?"
He exhaled softly.
"I try not to think about it too much."
"Why not?"
"Because football changes very quickly."
That answer made several reporters nod immediately.
"You can be praised one week and criticized the next," Francesco continued. "So you focus on consistency instead."
Another journalist spoke up.
"Still, tonight looked like a captain's performance."
Francesco shook his head slightly.
"Tonight looked like a team performance."
Then he glanced briefly toward Kanté's empty seat area behind the cameras.
"N'Golo was unbelievable again. Virgil controlled the box brilliantly. Mesut controlled the rhythm. Alexis terrified defenders for ninety minutes."
He paused.
"Leadership only works if the team responds together."
Wenger looked quietly satisfied beside him hearing that answer.
Another question arrived.
"Arsène, how important was it to score multiple goals tonight after criticism about emotional fragility?"
Wenger leaned back slightly.
"It was important to continue playing properly after leading."
Then firmly:
"At 2–1, at 3–1, even at 4–1, we still respected the structure of the match."
Yes.
That had been the difference.
Not just attacking well.
Staying balanced emotionally while doing it.
One final reporter near the front asked softly:
"Do results like this strengthen belief even more than long unbeaten runs?"
For a second the room stayed quieter.
Interesting question.
Francesco answered carefully.
"Unbeaten runs build confidence," he said.
"But responding after defeat builds character."
That line landed heavily across the room.
Even Wenger glanced sideways slightly at him after hearing it.
The press officer finally stood.
"Last question."
A journalist raised his hand near the back.
"For both of you, what is the message tonight to Arsenal supporters after such an emotional week?"
Wenger answered first.
"That the team remains united and ambitious."
Then Francesco spoke.
"We lost together at Watford," he said quietly. "And tonight we responded together."
He paused briefly before finishing.
"That's what good teams do."
The press officer closed the conference.
"Thank you."
Chairs shifted.
Cameras lowered.
Voices immediately rose again throughout the room as journalists rushed to file stories before deadlines.
And as Francesco stood beside Wenger once more beneath the bright press room lights, the emotional weight of Watford finally felt distant for the first time all week.
Not forgotten.
Never forgotten.
But transformed into something useful.
A lesson.
A response.
Then morning arrived differently this time.
Not heavy.
Not hollow.
Richmond still sat beneath another blanket of grey clouds, and thin rain continued tapping softly against the tall windows overlooking the garden, but inside the mansion the atmosphere no longer carried the emotional weight of Watford.
The tension had eased.
Not completely disappeared.
Footballers never relaxed completely during a season.
But the pressure sitting inside Francesco's chest all week had loosened after Goodison Park.
Response mattered.
And Arsenal had responded.
The bedroom remained quiet except for the distant sound of paws skidding somewhere downstairs followed by what sounded suspiciously like furniture being lightly assaulted.
Francesco opened his eyes slowly, blinking once toward the muted morning light filtering through the curtains.
Then came another sound.
A muffled bark.
Then another.
Then the unmistakable bounce of a rubber ball colliding with a wall downstairs.
Francesco exhaled softly through his nose.
"Cheddar is awake," he muttered.
Beside him Leah stirred beneath the blankets before laughing sleepily into the pillow.
"That usually happens when living creatures are sprinting through the house at seven in the morning."
Another bark echoed faintly from downstairs.
Followed by rapid footsteps.
Then silence.
Then another bounce.
Francesco rubbed tiredly at his face before sitting up slowly.
His body still felt the match physically.
Heavy legs.
Tight shoulders.
The lingering ache behind the knees after ninety intense minutes at Goodison.
But emotionally, everything felt lighter.
Leah pushed herself up beside him, hair messy, oversized Arsenal hoodie hanging loosely off one shoulder.
"You slept better," she observed immediately.
Francesco glanced sideways.
"You can tell?"
"You weren't fighting imaginary Everton midfielders in your sleep."
"That happened once."
"It happened multiple times."
He laughed quietly under his breath.
Fair enough.
Another bark downstairs interrupted them again.
This time accompanied by what sounded like the ball bouncing down at least three stairs in rapid succession.
Leah winced slightly.
"That can't be safe."
"He believes in himself."
"That's the worrying part."
Eventually they got out of bed, moving through the familiar comfortable rhythm of morning together.
The house smelled warm already by the time Francesco reached the kitchen downstairs.
Coffee.
Toast.
Something sweet.
And chaos.
Pure chaos.
Cheddar immediately came sprinting across the hardwood floor the second he saw Francesco, nearly sliding sideways while carrying a bright yellow tennis ball in his mouth.
The dog crashed lightly into Francesco's legs at full speed before bouncing backward again expectantly.
"You have too much energy," Francesco muttered.
Cheddar barked once proudly.
Leah emerged behind him carrying plates toward the kitchen island.
"He's been awake for an hour."
"That's psychologically concerning."
"He brought the ball upstairs twice."
Francesco looked down at the dog.
"You're becoming manipulative."
Cheddar dropped the ball directly onto Francesco's foot.
Then stared at him.
Demanding.
Focused.
Uncompromising.
Leah pointed immediately.
"See? Emotional pressure."
"That's Walker's fault now," Francesco replied while bending down to grab the ball. "Everything emotional is Walker's fault."
He tossed it lightly toward the living room.
Cheddar exploded after it like his life depended on recovering possession first.
Leah shook her head while setting breakfast down.
"I genuinely think he believes he's defending a trophy."
"He takes transitions seriously."
"That sentence sounds very Arsenal."
Francesco smirked faintly before sitting down at the kitchen island wearing grey sweatpants and a black training top, still slightly tired but visibly calmer now than he'd been all week.
The television mounted across from the kitchen counter already played muted morning football coverage.
Sky Sports again.
Of course.
Football never slept after big results.
Leah handed him coffee first before sitting beside him with her own plate.
"You ready to hear strangers analyze your emotional stability for the next hour?"
"No."
"Good."
Cheddar sprinted back into the kitchen triumphantly with the tennis ball again, skidding sideways near the dining table before collapsing dramatically onto the floor like he had just completed military service.
Francesco scratched behind the dog's ears briefly before glancing toward the television as the sound volume rose slightly.
Immediately, highlights from Goodison Park filled the screen.
Rooney's goal first.
Of course.
The strike still looked absurd even in replay.
Then came Francesco's equalizer.
Alexis' finish.
Gnabry's goal.
Cazorla's free kick.
Koscielny's header.
One by one the goals replayed beneath dramatic music while a graphic stretched across the bottom of the screen:
ARSENAL RESPOND IN STYLE AFTER WATFORD SHOCK
The studio appeared moments later.
Bright lights again.
The familiar desk.
And once again Gary Neville, Jamie Carragher, and Ian Wright sat beside the host discussing Arsenal.
Leah glanced sideways immediately.
"You're becoming a regular television character."
"I would prefer not to."
"Too late."
The host began first.
"Well, after all the concern following Arsenal's defeat at Watford, they responded with a huge statement victory away at Goodison Park last night."
Highlights rolled again briefly while the host continued.
"And honestly, I think a lot of people expected Arsenal to wobble mentally after Rooney scored that opener."
Gary Neville nodded immediately.
"Absolutely."
The replay froze on Rooney celebrating his goal wildly in front of the Everton supporters.
"Watch Arsenal's body language here," Neville said while pointing toward the screen. "This is the exact moment where last week could've repeated itself mentally."
Francesco watched quietly while taking a sip of coffee.
Because Neville wasn't wrong.
The fear had been there for a moment.
Tiny.
But real.
Carragher leaned forward.
"And Goodison's one of the worst places to concede after a defeat like Watford because the crowd drags emotion into the game immediately."
"Exactly," Neville agreed. "Everton sensed vulnerability straight away."
The replay shifted again.
Francesco shouting instructions near midfield after the goal.
Clapping sharply.
Demanding calm.
Ian Wright smiled slightly.
"But this is what impressed me."
The screen paused on Francesco organizing teammates after the restart instead of reacting emotionally.
"No panic," Wright continued. "You can literally see him trying to settle everyone immediately."
Leah glanced over at Francesco while buttering toast.
"You do that face."
"What face?"
"The serious captain face."
"That is not a thing."
"It absolutely is."
On television, Carragher nodded thoughtfully.
"What Arsenal did well was they slowed the match down emotionally. They stopped Everton feeding completely off momentum."
Again.
That phrase.
Managing moments.
Football at the highest level always came back to emotion eventually.
The host shifted toward another replay.
Francesco's equalizer.
The movement.
The finish.
The celebration.
Neville pointed toward the screen again.
"This goal changed everything psychologically."
"Absolutely," Carragher agreed immediately. "Because suddenly Arsenal remembered they were the better football team."
Francesco leaned back slightly in his chair while Cheddar wandered beneath the table carrying the tennis ball proudly again.
Leah looked toward the television.
"They really say psychological a lot."
"Football people enjoy pretending they're therapists."
"That's slightly concerning."
"It becomes normal."
"That sentence is still terrifying."
Ian Wright laughed softly in the studio.
"One thing I loved though was Arsenal's maturity afterward. Last week after conceding they became emotional and chaotic. Last night they stayed disciplined."
The replay shifted toward the third goal now.
Robertson bursting forward.
Gnabry arriving at the back post.
Goal.
Cheddar suddenly barked loudly at the television for absolutely no reason.
Both Francesco and Leah looked down at him.
"You support tactical fullbacks now?" Leah asked.
Cheddar barked again proudly.
Francesco nodded slowly.
"He appreciates overlapping movement."
"That dog spends too much time around footballers."
On television, Carragher smiled while watching the replay.
"This is brilliant from Robertson by the way. Look at the timing."
The freeze-frame highlighted Alexis dragging defenders inward while Francesco occupied the center-backs.
Space opening naturally.
Carragher pointed again.
"And Francesco's movement here doesn't get enough credit either. Both defenders follow him."
Neville nodded.
"He's becoming much more complete now. Not just goals. Leadership. Movement. Tempo management."
Francesco visibly hated hearing that.
Leah noticed instantly.
"There's the uncomfortable face again."
"I don't have uncomfortable faces."
"You absolutely do."
"False."
She grinned into her coffee.
Across the screen, the conversation shifted toward Arsenal's mentality overall.
The host leaned forward slightly.
"So after Watford, were concerns about Arsenal mentally overblown?"
Ian Wright answered first.
"Yes and no."
Classic Wright answer.
"Look, the concerns were understandable because they lost emotional control in that match. But strong teams reveal themselves in the response."
Francesco remembered saying something similar himself during the press conference.
Response.
Always response.
Neville folded his arms thoughtfully.
"What impressed me last night wasn't the scoreline alone. It was the calmness at 1–1 and 2–1."
The replay showed Arsenal recycling possession patiently through midfield.
Özil controlling tempo.
Kanté intercepting another pass.
Cazorla warming up near the sideline.
Neville continued.
"That's emotional maturity."
Leah pointed lightly toward the screen again.
"There's that word again."
"Football people enjoy emotions now apparently."
"Very progressive of them."
Francesco laughed quietly.
The atmosphere in the kitchen felt warm and relaxed now while rain continued outside beyond the windows.
Cheddar eventually climbed beneath the kitchen table with his ball before immediately dropping asleep mid-guard-duty, exhausted from his intense morning campaign against furniture.
On television, the analysts began discussing individual performances again.
Kanté received huge praise.
Van Dijk's defensive control was highlighted repeatedly.
Özil's influence between the lines became an entire segment on its own.
Then inevitably the discussion returned toward Francesco again.
Carragher leaned back slightly.
"I'll say this now — Francesco's becoming one of the best captains in the league."
Leah immediately smiled.
Francesco immediately looked like he wanted the conversation changed forever.
Wright noticed the clip from the press conference replaying behind them.
"I actually liked what he said afterward," Wright added. "'Responding after defeat builds character.' That's exactly right."
The clip replayed briefly.
Francesco sitting beside Wenger beneath the bright press room lights, expression calm while answering questions.
The television replayed the line directly:
"Unbeaten runs build confidence. But responding after defeat builds character."
Back in the studio Neville nodded approvingly.
"That's a mature answer."
Carragher agreed.
"And you can tell Wenger trusts him now as a leader."
Leah looked sideways toward Francesco more softly this time.
"You know they're right."
He shrugged slightly.
"It's easier talking about leadership after winning."
"But you talked about it after losing too."
Francesco looked down briefly at his coffee.
That was different.
After Watford it felt necessary.
Captains didn't disappear after defeats.
Leah reached over lightly touching his wrist.
"You carry a lot sometimes."
"I'm fine."
"I know."
That answer carried more understanding than argument.
The television shifted again toward broader title race discussions.
A league table graphic appeared.
Arsenal still firmly near the top despite the Watford loss.
The host spoke first.
"So does this result actually strengthen Arsenal mentally?"
Carragher answered immediately.
"Yes."
Neville nodded too.
"Definitely."
Interesting.
The host raised an eyebrow.
"Even after losing the unbeaten run?"
Neville leaned forward slightly.
"Maybe because of it."
That caught Francesco's attention.
Neville continued carefully.
"Sometimes long unbeaten runs become emotional baggage. Every match becomes about protecting something instead of simply competing."
Exactly what Wright had said earlier in the week.
Carragher added:
"Now Arsenal look freer again."
Leah pointed toward the screen.
"I told you that."
"You did."
"I expect full credit."
"You can have partial credit."
"Disappointing."
The replay shifted toward Cazorla's free kick now.
Even in slow motion the strike looked ridiculous.
Cheddar woke up briefly just in time to bark once at the television again as the ball hit the top corner.
Francesco looked down at him.
"You appreciate technical midfielders."
The dog wagged his tail proudly before immediately falling asleep again.
Reasonable response.
Ian Wright laughed in the studio.
"Honestly, after that goal the match was over."
"Completely," Carragher agreed. "Everton emotionally emptied themselves early and Arsenal punished them."
There it was again.
Emotion.
Everything always circled back there now after Watford.
The host eventually smiled toward the camera.
"I think one thing's clear though as whatever doubts existed after Watford, Arsenal answered them emphatically at Goodison."
The conversation began shifting toward other fixtures after that, but Francesco kept watching quietly for another few moments.
Not because he enjoyed hearing himself analyzed.
He really didn't.
But because there was something strange about seeing emotional experiences compressed into television narratives afterward.
People saw ninety minutes.
Players lived entire emotional weeks.
Leah stood eventually carrying empty plates toward the sink.
"You know what's funny?"
"What?"
"Three days ago everyone acted like Arsenal were collapsing emotionally forever."
"That's football."
"And now everyone thinks you're mentally unstoppable again."
"That's also football."
She shook her head laughing softly.
"That sport is ridiculous."
"Correct."
Francesco stood afterward and walked toward the windows overlooking the rain-covered garden outside.
The morning felt calmer now.
Not perfect.
Football seasons were never perfect.
But steadier.
Behind him the television continued discussing tactics, mentality, title races, and leadership while Cheddar snored softly beneath the table clutching the tennis ball like a treasured possession.
Leah stepped beside him quietly after rinsing dishes.
"You feel better now?"
Francesco looked out toward the grey Richmond sky for another second before nodding once.
"Yes."
And this time he meant it completely.
Because Watford no longer felt like a wound.
Now it felt like part of the season.
Part of the story.
A difficult night that forced Arsenal to rediscover something important about themselves, which is resilience.
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Name : Francesco Lee
Age : 18 (2016)
Birthplace : London, England
Football Club : Arsenal First Team
Championship History : 2014/2015 Premier League, 2014/2015 FA Cup, 2015/2016 Community Shield, 2016/2017 Premier League, 2015/2016 Champions League, Euro 2016, Premier League Champion 2016/2017, and 2016/2017 Champions League.
Season 17/18 stats:
Arsenal:
Match: 17
Goal: 21
Assist: 1
MOTM: 2
POTM: 0
England:
Match: 2
Goal: 2
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
Season 16/17 stats:
Arsenal:
Match: 55
Goal: 87
Assist: 5
MOTM: 14
POTM: 1
England:
Match: 1
Goal: 1
Assist: 0
MOTM: 0
Season 15/16 stats:
Arsenal:
Match Played: 60
Goal: 82
Assist: 10
MOTM: 9
POTM: 1
England:
Match Played: 2
Goal: 4
Assist: 0
Euro 2016
Match Played: 6
Goal: 13
Assist: 4
MOTM: 6
Season 14/15 stats:
Match Played: 35
Goal: 45
Assist: 12
MOTM: 9