As the coach stepped back, conversations picked up again. A few players slapped Izan's back in passing, acknowledging his impact on the game.
Bukayo Saka gave him a grin as he walked by. "That basketball celebration, though? You been practicing?"
Izan smirked. "Something like that."
He settled onto the bench, untying his boots, as the room slowly transitioned from post-match analysis to preparation for departure.
Some players headed for the showers, others packed their bags, the hum of casual chatter filling the space.
Preseason or not, it was another game in the books. Another step forward.
....
The team gradually filed out of the locker room, some still discussing the match in hushed tones, others simply eager to get back to the hotel.
Staff members moved swiftly around them, collecting gear, ensuring nothing was left behind.
As Izan slung his bag over his shoulder, he followed the stream of players toward the exit.
