There was little chance of not interacting with the ecstatic swarm around Islington on Sunday. I wasn't there as an candid observer or anything other than an Arsenal fan with a camera. I'd impulsively booked a flight to London from Scotland the night before after watching the game online and thinking "why not?".

It was ridiculous game. An absurd victory. In typical, beautifully-frustrating style Arsenal won their first trophy in nine years. Coming back from two goals down to win in a frantic period of extra-time. It was special.