Leo came out of the dressing room and into the lane that led toward the tunnel, and Ezra fell into step beside him.
"I feel nervous," Ezra said, shaking his head slightly like he was surprised at himself for admitting it.
"Everyone does," Leo said.
He nodded ahead of them, where Darikwa was walking with McClean and Power, three men who, between them.
They were looking around and taking it in.
Darikwa had turned his head up toward the roof of the tunnel like a kid seeing a cathedral for the first time, and McClean was saying something to Power, who was nodding slowly with his hands in his pockets.
"Even them," Leo said as they stepped out onto the pitch.
There, it felt even more glorious.
The scale of the place hit differently when you were standing in it rather than watching it through a screen.
The stands rose up on all sides like something that had no interest in making you feel significant, and for a second, Leo just stood there and let it do what it did.
