It had been a week since West Ham.
A week since he shattered hopes of a possible win against a flying Arsenal side, keeping the invincible dream alive.
A match turned on its head in less than 10 minutes.
And in the quiet that followed, something strange happened.
Arsenal slowed down.
No flashy headlines.
No media hype.
No Izan in the midweek matchday squad.
The Premier League continued, sure—but it was a game of patience now.
That Wednesday night at the City Grounds, they faced Nottingham Forest.
No number ten on the team sheet but it was no problem.
Saka opened the scoring before most fans had even taken their seats and slipped another one past the keeper before halftime.
Havertz added a third—a glancing header from a set-piece, the kind of goal that was almost too tidy to celebrate to make it 3–0 as Arsenal finished off a quietly ruthless display.
3 points taken and the job was done.
Reporters tried to bait Arteta afterwards.
