The morning sun had now begun, shifting to noon at Colney as the players began to spill out of the entrance.
Izan, backpack slung lazily over his shoulder, stepped out, dragging another luggage behind him, looking up at the rare bright sun in shining over Colney.
He looked around, hoping he could find a car that pointed towards being his ride.
But before he could take another step, Saka's voice rang across the training ground, playful and sharp as ever.
"Oi, Miura! You can score four in the Champions League final," Bukayo called out, pretending to squint as if he were deep in thought, "but man can't even find transport home?"
A burst of laughter erupted from nearby, with a few like Nwaneri joining in.
"You just know that this would be gold on the news," he uttered while chucking his bag into Saka's car.
"Breaking news," he continued, mimicking the flair with which news anchors wne about their job, "Champions League winner and Arsenal superstar, can't get a ride?"
