The Manchester City dressing room was already alive by the time Pep Guardiola reached the door.
Players were scattered everywhere, half-changed, laughing, checking their phones, replaying goals, sending messages, answering family, soaking in the aftermath in their own little corners. Cherki sat in front of his locker with one boot off and his phone in both hands, smiling at whatever clip he was watching. Doku was leaning against the wall, still talking through one of the goals with O'Reilly. Donnarumma had a towel around his neck and was laughing with Dias and Khusanov, while Foden sat with his socks rolled down, shaking his head every few seconds as though the match was still playing in front of his eyes.
Haaland, meanwhile, was standing beside Rodri with his phone held out in selfie mode.
"Come on, Ballon d'Or pose," Haaland said, throwing an arm over Rodri's shoulder.
Rodri gave him a dry look.
"I won one tackle. Calm down."
