Lorenzo stood there, shoulders tense, fists loose by his side.
The ball lay still at the edge of the box.
Waiting.
"Finish before you get a heatstroke. We wouldn't want to see you out before you even get to face your biggest challenge yet," Oryazabal called out from the front.
"Izan or Atletico Madrid," Piatelli voiced loudly, referencing the match they had in a few days but Oryazabal didn't respond and just walked away.
Piatelli, smiling wrly turned and shot the ball into the back of the net before walking off.
......[NOW....]
The Emirates glowed under the night lights as the players jogged out for the second half.
A sense of unfinished business hovered over the air.
Arsenal led, yes—but given the sheer volume of chances, the gulf in play, and the pace Izan had played the first 45 with, it could've easily been three or four.
Still, it wasn't.
