Whatever you might think about Jose Mourinho, you have to hand it to the boy, he does know a thing or two about PR. For those of you who missed the Chelsea game, he spent almost the entire match sitting on the bench with the disgruntled air of someone with toothache, who had been kept waiting by the dentist. With that in mind, what happened at the final whistle was the most remarkable bit of scene stealing I think I’ve ever seen at a football match, or anywhere else for that matter.

While both teams were milling about in the centre circle, he got up from the bench and, on his own, made his way to the Chelsea fans in the corner of the ground. An obviously premeditated, if pretty pointless gesture, but all of a sudden it was, Camera. Lights. Action! You could almost imagine the Sky Sports producer wetting himself with excitement. Bearing in mind that his team had just got dumped out of another competition and he was at the Emirates, where 90% of the crowd wouldn’t give you tuppence for him, or his club, here was the star of the show. What neck! I had to admit to a sneaking admiration for the bloke.

Neither set of players knew quite what to do next. The Chelsea boys wandered over, eventually joining in. This was despite the fact that they hadn’t won anything, not even the match. The Arsenal players stood around looking more and more awkward, as if they had just stumbled into someone else’s wedding reception. After a minute or so they headed for the tunnel. Hang on a minute! Isn’t this meant to be our last home match of the season? As an example of stealing someone’s thunder, it was breathtaking. By the time, the Arsenal players came back out, the moment was completely and utterly lost. A lot of the fans were already on their way to the station. The whole thing almost felt like an afterthought.

With that sort of attitude, yeah, he and his team are a complete pain in the neck, but what must it be like playing for someone like that? As much as I hate to say it, Chelsea go out on to the pitch fully expecting to win every time. You can sense it. You never, ever get that feeling watching the Arsenal. When we scored and Chelsea went down to 10 men, it should have been game, set and match. We had enough possession. (Is it possible to have too much possession?) However, you always knew that Chelsea would climb back into it. Arsenal knew it too. When Essien equalised, all our players must have shrunk a couple of inches at least. If the game had gone on for another teb minutes we would have lost, as Chelsea went for the kill.

How do you instil that way of thinking into players? I’m not sure Wenger knows. In the dog-eat-dog world at the top level, when things really matter, you can’t help feeling that this present side are a can of Pedigree Chum. Perhaps good old Rob the Chef at the training ground should feed them raw meat and get them to eat it with their fingers, or even better, get them to fight each other for it. A pre-season in Africa, big-game hunting? If the club’s coffers won’t stretch that far, what about a paintball weekend then? Anything that gets the message across that winning is the only option, and that if you give a sucker an even break, then you can be sure they will eventually come back and bite you in the bum. There are no prizes for being brilliant lightweights. You can bet your life, Jose has explained that fact to his lot.