Thursday, December 7th, and Carrington carried the particular lightness a building only has the morning after a win over a big club.
Nobody was talking about the game much. That was what made the mood obvious. McTominay got a round of mock applause when he walked into the canteen, and he bowed once and sat down with his porridge without saying anything. Bruno was already arguing with Dalot about a card game from the bus. Garnacho had his headphones on and was nodding along to something far too loud.
By nine o'clock, the starters from the night before were split off from everyone else.
The players who'd sat on the bench or come on late went outside with the fitness staff for a proper session, the kind with cones and stopwatches and shouting. The starters went to the recovery rooms. Demien went with them.
