Spot on. That performance was vintage Arsenal - fiddly, technocratic, lacking direction and heart.
Collectively, they embody so much that traditional football fans loathe about the game as played today. The tippy-tappy meandering. A faceless parade of guys from here, there and everywhere with no understanding of their club or its traditions. The lack of bottle. The pampered whining. The stupid £200 haircuts.
After Mesut Ozil's lame, match-turning miss, he wandered back vaguely towards the lost ball. In an unhappy piece of comic timing, a billboard at pitch level simultaneously screened a digitised dawdling dachshund, making it look as if the creature was trotting alongside Ozil.
The dachshund, a preposterous, fragile little German thing adept at wriggling into space but no good at running around, outpaced moping Mesut with something to spare. What a shower.
Deeney cut through all Arsenal's nonsense in seconds, which was excellent telly in itself, as well as a reminder of how much more enjoyable watching sport on TV can be if people are willing to speak unguardedly.
Some Arsenal followers feel he has been "disrespectful", as if accusing Nacho Monreal of being a bit of a wet lettuce were like belching in front of Princess Anne.
What respect can Arsenal players honestly say they deserve? Deeney clearly feels comfortable rinsing them on TV. An unlovely player who has done bad things in his past, Deeney feels like exactly the sort of hero Britain deserves in 2017. Were there a question in a referendum asking: "Troy Deeney, yes or no", you feel he would get a solid 52 per cent support. He has already sorted out one lot of gutless foreigners. Perhaps the nation needs to get behind Deeney on a wider level. He could turn the Brexit deadlock around in no time.