Arteta turned back to his players, voice rising just enough,
"First five minutes — we kill their momentum. They'll come flying. Let them. Make them run into a wall."
He clapped his hands, sharp and loud.
"Let's finish it."
"Yes Coach" the players roared as they surged to their feet, the energy rising, the rhythm of boots tapping against the floor syncing to the thundering pulse of the game calling them back out.
..............
The second half cracked open like a thunderclap.
From the moment Arsenal and Spurs emerged from the tunnel, it was clear: Tottenham had not come back out to play nice.
The home fans, restless during the break, exploded into fresh noise the instant the referee's whistle shrieked.
White shirts surged forward like a tidal wave.
Within moments, Dejan Kulusevski was twisting up the right flank, low center of gravity, dragging the ball along with him like it was tied to his boots.
