Most of the squad had disappeared after lunch.
Some had gone back to their rooms.
Others had found teammates to spend the afternoon with.
Leo, on the other hand, had turned into an explorer of sorts, so much so that he'd much so that he'd walked past the same pitch twice and had only realised it when he recognised a row of training mannequins standing beside the touchline.
Not that it mattered, but for the first time since arriving, there was nowhere he needed to be, and so he kept walking through the grounds at whatever pace felt natural to him, occasionally stopping to look at a photograph on a wall or a name engraved somewhere it deserved to be remembered.
An hour later, Leo pushed his room door open and found Carlo and Udogie exactly where he'd left them.
Both were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television, controllers in hand and eyes fixed on the screen.
The match looked tense enough that neither acknowledged his arrival.
