Some games are so easy that Arsenal could fulfil my dream of playing for them without it having an adverse affect on the result.

The Champions League Group stage may be exciting for the lesser clubs involved, such as MSK Zilina and Tottenham Hotspur, but it has the expected air of comfort about it for the big clubs, for which it is the norm rather than the cause of celebration.

The line between how good we were last night and how poor our opponents’ non entity of a performance was is toothpick thin. So whilst admitting SC Braga offered less than nothing, you can only praise what was put in front of you in red and white. It was f**kin enjoyable.

Right from the start. Arsenal sensed blood and swarmed all over their Portuguese victim with the buzzing confidence of what can now be called an encouraging start to the season.

As is usual, Cesc was at the heart of everything that Arsenal did, no matter what his DNpoxyA is. He should have been awarded a penalty before Chamakh's fouled attempt at rounding the keeper lead to the skipper opening his account for the season in the same way he signed off from the last. Floodgates opened.

Cesc's next trick was to dance towards the edge of the Braga box before sliding the perfect ball through to Arshavin to double the lead. Beforehand, the Russian's wasteful possession was greeted with moans by those growing increasingly frustrated by his perceived lack of contribution. He isn't anywhere near top form at the moment, yet he still tallies up the goals and assists (another two tonight). Such stats clarify and confirm his place in the starting eleven and go some way to silencing such critics.

Braga were already beaten. Wilshire demanding the ball at every opportunity, running the game as second in command to teacher Cesc, and heavily involved in the third. Collecting the ball on the edge of the box, before appearing seconds later inside the box with a cheeky flick through to assist the increasingly impressive Chamakh, who provided a cool finish not with his head.

The Moroccan has fitted in so well, his touch assured and keeping possession in and around the box whilst the attacking midfielders scurry all around him. A polished Bendtner?

Thankfully the foot didn't come off the peddle as the second half got underway and Arshavin found Cesc to glance home for the fourth. Fabregas almost followed his second with his third goal and first hat trick, "bursting through the midfield", only to see his dinked effort come up off the keeper before being cleared off the line via the saving defender.

Cue substitutions and saving of legs for bit more of a test on Saturday evening.

Carlos Vela once more looks the clinically cool finisher. He currently does a fine trade in finishing off moves in which Arsenal take the p*ss out of the other team by not letting them have the ball for half an hour. The 26 pass goal against Bolton's cloggers quickly being joined by just the 17 against Braga, both starting from the same part of the Ashburton turf. Both perfect. Both Arsene Wenger's Arsenal.

Five nil.

Hat trick hunting Francesc Fabregas was involved again as he unselfishly set up Vela for the Mexican's second to close an enjoyable night off.

Over the summer there were many who, if Fabregas was not "fully committed" to the club, did not want him around. Those not in the know worried his presence might be detrimental to the squad as a whole if his head and heart were at home in Barcelona.

Would it f**k. Last night shut those doubters up and rammed home that it is a privilege to watch him week in week out and we should savour and appreciate everything he does in red and white whilst he remains in red and white.

He was first off the pitch, having set the standards so high that he need not dwell in celebration over a win against a non-runner.

He later spoke of disappointment in not securing his first professional hat trick.

Such ruthlessness should reverberate around his team.

Arsene spoke beforehand about the six mile journey to Wembley for the Champions League Final being a long way.

It's closer with Cesc.