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The booing at the final whistle said everything the scoreline already had. Three consecutive domestic defeats, Bournemouth celebrating in our half, and a nine-point lead that the rest of English football is now being invited to write off. The pundits who have spent nine months waiting for this moment are already reaching for the microphone.

But let’s look at the facts. We sit on 70 points from 32 games. Manchester City are on 61 points from 30, which means we are still ahead by nine points.

Bournemouth arrived at the Emirates having not played for 22 days. We, on the other hand, played in Lisbon on Tuesday, with Kai Havertz's stoppage-time winner still ringing in our ears. Arteta had urged the 60,000 supporters inside the Emirates to bring their energy to a lunchtime kick-off that has a habit of flattering the visitors. Neither the crowd nor the players managed it.

Ryan Christie was allowed the freedom of the pitch to play an inch-perfect pass to an unmarked Adrien Truffert, and the full-back's slide-rule pass across the box pinged off William Saliba's right boot, falling perfectly to Junior Kroupi at the far post to cushion his volley home after 17 minutes. It was his ninth goal of the season, and it came far too easily. Our defensive shape was non-existent. Christie had no business operating with that much room in our half, and Truffert had no business being unmarked in that position. Our first meaningful chance arrived, predictably, from a corner, with Havertz heading over when he should have done better.

Our equaliser came from the spot. Bournemouth failed to clear Noni Madueke's corner and Gabriel's poke towards goal hit Christie's outstretched right arm. Referee Michael Oliver momentarily paused before blowing his whistle and pointing to the spot. Viktor Gyokeres, 18 Premier League goals now in his debut season, converted from 12 yards. It was the sole first-half shot on target for Arsenal.

Nine minutes into the second half, with Bournemouth again dictating play, Arteta introduced Eberechi Eze, Leandro Trossard and Max Dowman simultaneously, but urgency never followed. Gyokeres had a goal disallowed for offside and Rice tested Djordje Petrovic from distance. But that was about it. Then Bournemouth struck again. David Brooks' pass was diverted by Evanilson into an onrushing Alex Scott, who blasted past Raya in the 74th minute. Arsenal were crestfallen and never looked like troubling the scorers. Petrovic was equal to substitute Gabriel Jesus' header and a chance fell to Gyokeres at the death, but the Sweden international miscued his effort.

Arsenal had 15 shot attempts to Bournemouth's 8, 10 corners to their 1, and 52% possession. We dominated in volume and territory and it translated into precisely nothing. Three shots on target from 15 attempts is not a performance that deserved three points. It is a performance that deserved exactly what it received.

I want to be clear about something. The nine-point lead is real, but the threat to it is equally real, and anyone who tells you otherwise is not paying attention to the arithmetic.

Bournemouth have now beaten us at the Emirates for the second consecutive season. A side in the bottom half of the table has found a way to win here two years running, and on both occasions the goals came from defensive disorganisation rather than anything we could not have prevented. The Kroupi goal was preventable. The Scott goal was preventable. They are moments of a defensive shape that gave Bournemouth exactly the space they needed, and Arteta will know it.

City have two games in hand on us. They were eliminated from the Champions League by Real Madrid in the round of 16 in March, which means they have had weeks of full focus on the Premier League while we have been navigating Lisbon and preparing for the Sporting second leg on Wednesday. They are fresher and they will be fresher for the run-in. If they win both games in hand by big margins and beat us at the Etihad next Sunday, which is serious possibility, the gap goes to zero and they go above us on goal difference.

We have six games in hand and a lead of nine points. The lead is not comfortable, it was never going to be comfortable with City in pursuit, but it belongs to us, and it is ours to defend. We have been here before in spirit, if not in precise detail: pressed, questioned, doubted. The answer has always been to play the next game, not the narrative.

What this squad needs now is not a tactical reinvention or a crisis meeting. It is the same thing it has needed all season: focus, defensive concentration, and the mental strength to understand that the Etihad next Sunday is not a moment to fear. It is a moment to step into. The teams that are champions are the ones that respond when the ground shifts beneath them. This squad has the players and the manager who are capable of doing that. We just have to find the spirit and finish what we started.