The hotel that the Wigan team settled on was the Meliá Milano, sitting close enough to the San Siro that on a clear morning, you could feel the proximity of the place without seeing it.
At the same time, it was close enough to the training facilities the club had arranged that the logistics had been straightforward when the liaison had sorted it.
None of that mattered to Leo at three in the morning.
What mattered the most at that point in time was finding the door handle in the corridor and getting through it without making too much noise, which he managed.
Then he turned to find that Jake had come through behind him and left the door sitting open at a forty-five degree angle before making it approximately two metres into the room and dropping face-first onto the nearest bed with his side bag still slung over his shoulder.
And as if that wasn't enough, his shoes, too, were still on.
