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Premier League MOTW: Arsenal v. Liverpool, at Anfield

No question here: Arsenal v. Liverpool, Saturday at 12:30 PM EST, is the match to watch this week. Odd how it always seems to shake-out so that there's only one -- at best two -- matches between Top Six teams in any given week. Most of the other matches are pretty middle-of-the-road fare unless you've got a dog in the fight.

Liverpool have been fighting for significance in the league, teetering on the brink of a Champions League spot with who but Arsenal just one point out in front of them. Liverpool's had a bad 2017 so far and I don't think anyone would argue. A nice win vs. Tottenham a couple weeks ago ended a really ugly skid but then Leicester got the better of them last week.

Arsenal have been consistently "Arsenally" muddling through the season and still smarting after a stomping by Bayern in the Champions League. Alexis Sanchez has signalled his displeasure with the club. Mesut Ozil is having a weird, bad season. Renewed calls for Arsene Wenger's head have started up again. It's a weird time for the Gunners, and they could use a nice one against Liverpool.

Tough to say who'll get the better of this match. Both teams have some key players sidelined, like Jordan Henderson for Liverpool and Cazorla is still out for Arsenal and probably will be for the rest of the season. The only stat that counts at the end of the day is goals. And with Olivier Giroud and Alexis Sanchez leading Arsenals...guns...midfield's being roughly equal...I'd say Arsenal emerges with all three points from this one.


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