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Arsenal 2-1 Leicester City: TOWN

I can't feel my face.

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Honestly when the penalty was given, I thought it was all over. I thought Arsenal were done, and the best chance we'd had in years to win the Premier League was dead. Leicester City were probably winning the league - improbably, famously, and all that - and there was no way back.

But this is 2016, and this is the year of Mesut Ozil, and he will be cold in the goddamn ground before he lets this go. A last-minute (LITERALLY) free kick. A perfect delivery. Danny Welbeck, returning from injury hell. 2-1, to the Arsenal, three points, and the dream lives.

It may have taken a red card, and all else the gods of soccer had in store for us. But honestly, right now, I don't care what it took. I don't care who the opponent was. The race is still alive, and it's February, and that's all that matters right now.

Goals like that win trophies, if you're lucky enough to press on after they're scored. I have no idea what the rest of the season has in store, but right now it matters. Good morning.