Arsenal looked more worried about the wind and rain.
I would be surprised if it was anything less than an incredibly uncomfortable afternoon.
Instead of facing the chop, the manager has bought himself breathing space and time for this project to develop and what a way to do it.
When defending a single-goal lead away at Turf Moor, a centre midfield pairing with a combined average age of about 22.5 and just a single full international cap between them does little to improve confidence.
Goals win games, of course, but on Saturday it was the defence who took all the plaudits - and rightly so.
If PGMOL really wanted to preserve fluidity of the game, it might have looked at working on its appalling implementation of VAR, which had served only to make the game a sideshow, but, alas, it settled on a re-imagining of 1990s football thuggery instead.
Among the crowds of fellow fans, the tension was more palpable, the mood more on edge, the sense of nervousness more profound.
Seldom has an Arsenal team looked so vulnerable as the one we have seen recently.
The personal travails of the manager aside, he will surely be pleased with the crop of players he now has at his disposal, a group fast-approaching the sort of dynamic, focussed, willing-to-work collection of players he seems to favour. These are a group of young leaders in the making, a young group that seems willing to listen and learn and with the capacity to do so.
The proverbial Fat Lady hasn't quite sung yet for Mikel Arteta but, be under no illusions, she is warming up and awaiting her curtain call.