The fourth official raised the board, numbers blazing against the air:
7 IN RED.
29 IN GREEN.
"And that's the end of the evening for Bukayo Saka. It doesn't look overly serious, but Arsenal clearly not willing to risk it. Kai Havertz is coming on."
As Saka passed midfield, Izan met him there, extending his palm as the English forward went off the pitch.
Saka offered the smallest nod before continuing, escorted now by the medics toward the bench.
Izan turned back to see Kai Havertz already jogging onto the pitch, brushing off his sleeves.
He approached Izan near the centre circle, voice just low enough for only him to hear.
"Arteta says I'm wide right," Havertz said, eyes flicking quickly across the shape of the field.
"Nwaneri's central. You keep doing what you're doing."
Izan nodded once as the German turned towards Saka's abode.
