"The enemy of my enemy," Dawson said, and left it there.
He turned back to the pitch where the ball was dropping from altitude, a long clearance from the Milan goal that had gone high and was now coming down in the middle of the park.
And waiting below it were Leo and Ricci.
The two players had their heads up, waiting for the drop before they both lunged off the grass, or at least, Ricci thought Leo did.
He pulled out of the jump at the last second, a fraction before Ricci had committed, and Ricci's leap carried him past the ball entirely, his timing built around a contest that had been withdrawn, and the ball bounced on the turf.
Before it could come up again, Leo had his sole on it, holding it down.
Then, before anything else, he turned and found Tilt, who had come on for one of the Wigan youngsters and played it back simply.
Tilt to Adeeko, one touch back to Leo, with the Wigan players playing around the Milan players like a rondo.
