The room sat with it.
"Quick win. Three points. Home by Sunday night. Salzburg again Thursday."
Mama opened the door. Room broke up.
Bray caught me by the corner of the analysts' office on the way out.
"Set piece."
"Which one."
"KB-fourteen. Bowen on the back post. They have a young left-back who steps in at every near-post run and forgets the back post twice a match."
"Call it at the first chance."
"I'll call it at the first chance."
[Bus. M3. Sunday April 8. 11:42 BST.]
The team bus pulled out of Beckenham at quarter to eleven. The Netflix crew were on the bus with us, the way they had been on the bus to most away matches since January. Tomás was at the front of the cabin with a small camera on a mount filming the lads' faces in the seats behind. Ruth was in the third row with the boom mic. Elena was at the back with the new lad and a laptop open.
