Arstory 1: The Yellow Zone
There is a region, a swathe, somewhere between the stripe of chalk in midfield and the stripe of chalk at the 18. It's a Bermuda Triangle of sorts when Arsenal line up with the likes of Granit Xhaka and Francis Coquelin. Tolkien might have called it The Wold. It's north of The Wall. It's the Wild West. It's the un-firewalled Interwebs.
In this Yellow Zone, an Arsenal fan might feel queasy, uneasy; might spend mornings on his knees. Whenever these two men are on the pitch together this season, doubt will linger like a lover in a Cranberries song. Will there be a brandishing, a flourishing of caution, madness, betrayal?
We can only hope that if--or when, more like--a primary color is wielded by an official, that it's the away hue.