Exiting the Emirates Stadium into the north London night, an unfeasibly tall Arsenal fan loped up the road, apparently lost in his thoughts. He had a red and white wooly hat on, and his jersey of choice was "Giroud 12." He paused for a moment by a bin to lob something in.
He missed. The symbolism was striking.
It had been a tough night for Olivier Giroud, who gives the impression that his performances for Arsenal at the moment are some kind of endurance test. For a start, he looks tired out. He is having to keep going, keep toiling, keep trying, for 90 minutes game after game, even when chances go begging, the crowd cannot help howling, and his face crumples in despair.
Giroud might have felt the burden of responsibility at the end of an intense, deadlocked game in which the best chances fell his way. Watching him toil against a tough and terrifically organized Everton defense it was hard not to feel a little sympathy for the big man. Sometimes, when things are not going your way...