Two and a half hours later, the training complex in North London had settled into its quieter rhythm.
The noise from earlier had thinned out, replaced by the low hum of engines and the echo of footsteps across concrete.
The players filtered out in small groups, boots and jerseys swapped for their pre-game attire.
Arteta, after the game, had kept it short inside with a few words about the players doing well, as well as the schedule for the following day's recovery session.
In the car park, laughter broke through the tiredness in patches.
Nwaneri, back to his car and talking with the other boys, saw Izan finally step into the parking lot.
"Where are the supercars today?" he asked, scanning the rows with a grin.
"I thought you'd be rolling up in something ridiculous again, you know, to celebrate the mood."
Izan shook his head as he walked past him.
