The laughter started before they even reached the door.
Saka and Nwaneri trailed behind Izan and a few other Arsenal players, whispering and rubbing their hands like a pair of mischievous kids.
The sound of their trainers echoing down the corridor only made it funnier for them.
"What are you two plotting back there?" Izan asked without looking back, pushing open the door to one of the indoor pitches at the Sobha Realty Centre.
"Nothing," Saka replied, voice too high-pitched to be convincing.
"Just excited to see if the game finally gets your face right."
Nwaneri burst into laughter while Izan shook his head, muttering something about "clowns."
But his smirk gave him away.
Inside, the pitch looked nothing like it usually did.
The green turf had been replaced by a maze of cables, tripods, reflective panels, and motion-capture cameras.
Several EA Sports staff stood around, some setting up equipment, others chatting among themselves.
