[Wembley. The Dressing Room. 16:34 BST.]
The Wembley dressing room was the dressing room three quarters of the lads had won the Carabao Cup in three months ago. Same walls. Same Sky lad on the door. The kit laid out in the same order.
Wayne sat on the bench by the door. He always sat by the door. Thirty-three. Hands flat on his thighs. He had played the EFL Cup matches and the Europa League matches until Pope had taken the Lyon Final on Wednesday, and he had not played an FA Cup Final at Wembley in his career, and he was going to play one in forty minutes.
He was not nervous. He was Wayne Hennessey. Wayne Hennessey had played for Wales at a European Championship in 2016 in stadiums whose supporters had wanted Wayne Hennessey dead, and the Wembley dressing room before an FA Cup Final was not that.
Aaron was on the floor across the room with his back against the lockers. Hood up. Headphones on. He had been in the same position before every match this season.
