The halftime whistle brought the graphics up on the screen almost immediately after the referee's whistle blew, but 10 minutes later, that was still what was showing on the broadcast.
Possession.
Shots.
Chances created.
United had everything on its side.
Carlo glanced at it once and looked back down at his plate.
"Your boy has been on the bench the whole half," Palmer said, nodding toward the screen where the broadcast had cut to the Wigan dugout.
"He was really good when we played you guys back at the national camp!"
"Yeah, he was," Carlo said as he proceeded to stuff his face with some rice.
On the other side, Foden, who was eating, leaned forward and shoved the plate to one side before turning towards Carlo.
"The one who had the tape."
"Yeah. Leo Calderon," Carlo answered.
Foden looked at him before poking at the salad on the side with a fork.
"Where'd you meet him?"
"Italy camp." Carlo reached for his glass.
"Last November."
"Any good?"
