The first thing that came back was the noise.
It arrived in stages, muffled at first, like hearing something through water, and then all at once.
The full weight of Wembley came rushing in, and as Leo blinked, he saw a face instead of what was supposed to be the sky.
The face was that of the team's doctor, who had his palm moving in front of his eyes with his fingers held up too.
"How many?" he questioned with a furrowed brow, making Leo focus.
"Two," the latter said after a second, but the team doctor didn't seem convinced.
"Follow my finger," he said next, and Leo did.
Around him, he could feel the presence of players without seeing them clearly.
'Was it really that bad?' he thought as the faces around him looked at him with eyes of worry.
Beyond that, the crowd that was usually rowdy had quieted down.
"I'm okay," Leo said after a while, but the doctor didn't move away immediately.
"Leo. Look at me."
