Izan came down midway, hands in his hoodie pockets, a soft squint in his eyes as the cool wind met his face.
He joined the rest as they moved through the designated airport corridor for visiting clubs, escorted by two UEFA liaisons and several local security officers.
A modest welcome team waited at the end of the corridor, pressing badges into hands and guiding them toward the terminal exit.
That was when the phones started pinging.
Not just one.
Not two.
Almost all of them.
Havertz pulled his out and frowned while Rice glanced at his screen and raised an eyebrow.
Saka blinked twice, then turned the screen off immediately.
"I'll check when we reach the hotel", he added, but before they could continue, Izan's phone began pinging wildly.
"Is this Wi-Fi or roaming?" Jorginho asked aloud, scrolling through notifications.
No one answered.
But they didn't have time to ask either.
