By the next morning, the scoreline had stopped feeling real and started feeling symbolic.
Six goals past Manchester United, even if they were coming off an unimpressive season, did that to a league.
It forced people to slow down and actually think.
Not in studio debates or shouting matches, but in quieter conversations.
In group chats.
Over breakfast.
On the commute.
The same thought kept resurfacing, framed a little differently each time.
Was this about United falling apart again, or had Arsenal moved somewhere the rest of the league had not caught up to yet?
The comparison came naturally.
Last season's Invincible run was still fresh, still held up as the benchmark.
This team looked sharper, faster in decision-making, more ruthless when openings appeared.
But the fixture list did not care about statements.
The next few weeks would answer the question properly.
Hard grounds.
Different opponents.
Less space.
