The players disappeared into the tunnel, leaving the pitch briefly empty as the noise around the DW Stadium settled into the usual half-time murmur.
Up in the upper tier, Leo remained seated, watching his teammates disappear from view.
Carlo sat beside him, his elbows resting against his knees as he stared down at the pitch, and the two kept their silence, at least until Leo leaned back in his seat.
"It's salvageable."
Carlo glanced at him while Leo looked down at his ankle and flexed it slightly.
"My leg is itching so much too."
"That's your way of saying you want to be down there?"
"Obviously," Leo replied before he looked back toward the tunnel where some of the substitutes were making their way onto the pitch to get a bit of work in.
"At least a draw."
Carlo nodded, and Leo was quiet for another moment.
"Losing the perfect record last week was annoying enough," he said as he kept his eyes on the balls moving around the pitch.
