The first half at the Emirates wasn't a normal match; it felt like a street party with a football game unfolding in the middle of it.
Every touch from an Arsenal youngster or player was met with applause, every defensive clearance with a cheer that might've belonged to a cup final.
The fans knew this was a free hit because three days ago the job had been done, the title secured in the most dramatic of fashions at Anfield.
Today was about soaking it all in.
From the first whistle, Newcastle played with intent.
Eddie Howe had fielded his a form of strongest XI, and within minutes they had carved a chance.
Wilson, ready and hungry, darted between two defenders to meet a clipped ball, only for Neto, starting in goal for the first time in a while this season, to dive low and palm it away.
The save wasn't world-class, but the reaction from the crowd made it feel like it.
Chants of "Neto! Neto!" rang around the Emirates, the Spaniard visibly smiling as he jogged back to his post.
