The morning after the Newcastle match was the same as any other day/, though Izan's goal involvements were still all anyone online wanted to talk about.
The players felt it too.
Breakfast ran longer than usual, with groups drifting between tables replaying moments from the previous day.
Sakas, as usual, walked in late, plate in hand, with a smile on his face that told anyone who saw it that he had something doing.
He spotted Arteta by the window, coffee in one hand, speaking with one of the analysts, and so he headed straight for him.
"Mister," he said, leaning forward a little, "before we fly out, can we go see the city? Even just a few hours? The boys want to go."
Arteta didn't look up at first.
He took a quiet sip, then nodded once but kept his eyes on the notes in front of him.
"The schedule is set," he said.
"Recovery session, media, rest. That's it."
Saka tried again.
"Come on. We've been good. And Izan said he'd guide us if we get lost."
