"I have solved it," Julián Álvarez announced, holding up a slice of Quattro Formaggi pizza like it was a sacred text. "A pizza is not a flatbread with a hat. It is an open-face cheese sandwich that you are legally required to share."
Lautaro Martínez, who was in the middle of a conversation with Coach Chivu, just buried his face in his hands. "Julián," he sighed, his voice muffled. "For my soul. Please stop having thoughts about pizza."
"It's a valid point, though, Captain," Cole Palmer chimed in, taking a sip of orange juice. "If you fold it, it becomes a calzone, which is technically a pizza dumpling. The legal ramifications are staggering."
Coach Chivu, who was in a shockingly good mood, actually chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made everyone at the table turn in surprise. "Let him have his fun," the coach said, a rare, genuine smile on his face. "After the way they played, they can call the pizza whatever they want."
