The squad made their way back to the hotel, the mood now quieter as the players mentally prepared themselves for the evening ahead.
After a light lunch and some downtime, the team boarded the bus once again, this time heading toward the Gewiss Stadium, the home of Atalanta.
The streets of Bergamo felt alive.
As the Arsenal team bus rumbled toward Gewiss Stadium, the noise from the thousands of Atalanta fans lining the route was almost deafening.
The black-and-blue banners waved fiercely in the breeze, the air thick with the unmistakable passion of Italian football.
The chants of the home supporters were rhythmic, echoing off the buildings, setting the scene for what felt like a monumental occasion.
There was no mistaking it—the Italians took their football seriously.
Inside the bus, Izan sat quietly by the window, observing the fans outside.
He had seen and heard about the passion of Italian crowds, but this? This was something else.
