Arteta is another one who Eddie has figured out. Like Emery and Ten H-Egg before him. Tindall dedicates himself to winding up the opposition managers so Eddie can calmly outfox them without breaking a sweat. It's dastardly. And I love it.
The fact we scored from a free kick lumped forward was the most amusing part. We're a team that plays football. We're not the media-darling's version of a Fat Sam team, i.e., 'set piece masters' v boring football, 'game management' v time wasting gamesmanship. Then we score against them from a long hoof. Score again for the lols. Switch our formation to a literal 5-5-0 and just run a training drill for the last 30 minutes to save the legs.
Tindall should turn up to the home leg with ten wrist watches on each arm.