But then Arsenal scored. Sebastian Kehl's poor touch ended at Walcott's feet via Van Persie. The Englishman's return pass was a delight, allowing Van Persie to take a touch before rifling a rising drive past Roman Weidenfeller.

I hung to th’ Sea god, after strange beseeches, My doublet wringing wet, and cod-piec’t breeches.

The right-wing paramilitary's offensive against the Marxist guerrillas failed because they did not know the terrain well enough.

He won big betting on the croquet championship.