With time ticking perilously away for a relentless Liverpool on a bitterly cold afternoon in Brentford, Darwin Nunez received the ball on the edge of the box and shanked it like he was a rugby player at nearby Twickenham.
Up, up and away over the posts and heading straight for the M4 which runs behind this stadium. It took Liverpool’s shot tally into the 30s and summed up their afternoon: imperious build-up play, zero end product. All hat no cattle, as the old saying goes.
Arne Slot was left scratching his head on the sidelines as his side were about to drop points for a third successive league game, hardly opening the door and inviting Arsenal in for a cuppa but certainly leaving it ajar for the Gunners to truly reignite a title challenge.