BRITAIN’S BEST COLUMNIST FROM STAMFORD BRIDGE

those, Hazard himself can add inventive, elusive and technically accomplished.

This is a Chelsea team shaken by Conte into the perfect cocktail of personal inspiration and collective responsibility.

There is flair, Hazard’s exhilarating exhibit.

There is tactical discipline, opening goalscorer Marcos Alonso and Victor Moses heeding every Conte bark.

There is energy, N’Golo Kante stopping only for half-time.

There is depth, Kurt Zouma, Willian and final goalscorer Cesc Fabregas, as much managerial muscle- f lexing as late substitutes.

There is flintiness, Nemanja Matic, Diego Costa, the back three steel-tough.

There is everything Arsenal did not have.

Wenger fronted up, he always does, but had few answers.

He was right to say Alonso’s goal should never have stood and even more spot-on to say challenges of a dangerous nature in the head region are being worryingly ignored. Wenger said Hector Bellerin, unforgivably left alone to do aerial combat with Costa and Alonso, did not know what day it was. It was groundhog day. And Wenger struggled to deny it. Losing the ball in vital areas, vulnerability to an opponent’s strength, power and speed, lots of purposeless possession, little potency.

Meandering Mesut Ozil, with one long shrug of a contribution, will be the prize coconut, but there were plenty more to shy at.

It was, for example, the type of occasion that could scar Francis Coquelin for a career.

This, though, told us nothing new about Arsenal under latter-day Wenger. They are as soft as a selfie.

It did, though, underscore the coaching and managerial excellence of Conte.

In the burgeoning cult of the manager, it is easy to overplay the role of these figureheads.

But even taking into account Jose Mourinho’s self-combustion, it is hard not