MAYBE you win the league, maybe you don’t.

Maybe you win the cup, maybe you don’t.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter what you win as long as through the season you have enough Martinelli moments to keep the blood sugar levels up.

These are the almost outer body thrills that come with watching a shot which was probably going to be saved bounce off a Manchester City defender and fly straight into the goal – with three minutes left.

It’s the winning against a big team. It’s beating the billion pound bullies. It’s all the things you dared not hope too much for, suddenly unfolding in a pulsing moment of joyous insanity.

When I moved into my house, the neighbours thought I was quite a nice, middle-aged man who took the bins out on the right day and didn’t make too much noise. I drop a Christmas card round in December and take in parcels for them when they’re out.

In the past couple of years they must have considered a report to the council or two, such has been the range of imaginative expletives that can meet a Martinelli moment.

And the point is, they are now becoming delightfully frequent.

I am among the supporters who believe Mikel Arteta can be too clever for his own good.

Arsenal just sold a promising goalscorer to Monaco in Folarin Balogun, but this is a position in which the club now seems so short.

The manager flicks around with Thomas Partey as an inverted full back, and refuses to allow Emile Smith Rowe the chance to shine.

At one stage, he dropped Gabriel – but he never drops Eddie Nketiah.

I don’t undertand it. It’s all quite random, but whatever the formula – it’s producing many Martinelli moments.

It’s producing that crazy roar at the once-quiet Emirates Stadium, last-minute drama and comforting victories.

The season is only just getting started and we’ve already seen Declan Rice smash Manchester United in injury time and now City beaten.

It’s why we watch, the Martinelli moments.