Arsenal's injury list this season reads like the casualty report from a hard-fought local body election — more absent names than present ones. And yet, every time someone brings up the trophy drought, I remember our son's skype call last Diwali, where he showed us his cramped Berlin apartment and said, "Baba, at least your Arsenal still fights for things." That Commonwealth medal table in the paper this morning — India's third place, England dropping — it all feels like a distant scoreboard from another match. For now, I am more worried about the physio's report than any rankings; let the numbers prove themselves when the squad walks out fit, not before.