For much of autumn, Viktor Gyökeres looked like a striker caught between two versions of himself. The devastating transition forward who terrorised Portugal had arrived in England only to discover that Mikel Arteta required something more intricate, more restrained and more cerebral.
Yet as Arsenal’s season narrowed towards Budapest, the adaptation began to resemble evolution. And there is something strangely poetic about where it has led him: to a Champions League final in the city woven into his family heritage.