Lamine dropped into one of the chairs, peeking over the edge of the glass to check how visible they were from the pitch.
"Think anyone noticed us?"
Izan was still standing, arms crossed, eyes scanning the ground. "No."
But then—
There it was.
Suddenly, their faces — clean, sharp, lit perfectly in the Emirates glow — flashed up on the big screen for everyone to see.
"IZAN & LAMINE YAMAL IN ATTENDANCE TONIGHT."
The crowd reacted immediately with some slight applause and a few excited murmurs.
The stadium didn't know what to do with that much firepower watching from above.
Lamine leaned back and muttered, "So much for sneaking in."
Izan sighed and sat beside him.
.......
Down on the pitch, as the players lined up for the anthem, the screen caught the attention of a few.
Kai Havertz was one of the first to spot it.
He glanced up at the massive board above the opposite stand and saw them clearly — Izan and Lamine, sitting cool as ice, like royalty in the private box.
