At Arsenal's team hotel, the mood was lighter.
Inside the lobby, players moved casually, exchanging light-hearted jokes while staff members carried last-minute equipment to the bus.
"I swear, this feels like a Champions League night," Martinelli said, glancing at the number of cameras already tracking their movement.
"We'll get there soon enough," Saka smirked, tapping his suitcase before turning to Izan. "But first, our boy has his first 'big' game for Arsenal. How are we feeling?"
Izan adjusted the strap of his bag, a small smirk forming. "It's just another game."
Zinchenko let out a dramatic sigh. "Listen to this guy. He wins one Euros and now every game is just 'another game.'"
The group laughed as they stepped outside, where a crowd of Arsenal fans were waiting, holding up scarves and jerseys.
Some chanted Arteta's name, others sang player chants, but many locked their eyes on Izan.
