Sunday, September 3, 2023
Team Coach, Leaving London
Evening
The coach pulled away from the Emirates while the London lights smeared across the windows, and the mood inside it sat heavy and quiet in a way the Forest draw never had, because a win away at Arsenal carried weight even when the legs were too tired to celebrate it loudly.
Demien sat by the window with his headphones around his neck and nothing playing, watching the city slide past, while a few rows ahead Bruno kept turning back to Rashford to talk through the third goal with his hands moving, and Casemiro sat with his eyes half-closed like the result had already been logged and filed. A couple of the defenders looked more relieved than pleased, because Arsenal's late surge had come close enough to taking the three points back.
His phone buzzed against his thigh and he checked it without scrolling for long.
Isabella:Mi amor, I watched every minute. That pass! I cried a little. Are you eating after? Te amo.
