"Need a massage?"
The question made Leo, who'd just sat down, look up.
One of the physios had stopped in front of him, hands already reaching for the massage table set up against the wall.
Leo rolled his shoulders once before shaking his head.
"I'm good," Leo said, thanking the physio for the effort.
The latter nodded and moved on without another word as Leo leaned back against the bench, unscrewed a bottle of water and took a long drink.
All around, most of the players that had started the game sat a bit slumped.
The rest of them talked quietly in twos and threes, and for a short second, that made him miss Udogie and Carlo, who had decided to stay on the pitch after the half to get some slight work in, as that would cut their warm-ups short should Spalletti decide to play them.
Every so often, Leo caught a glance drifting his way.
Some of them lasted only a second before moving elsewhere, but most didn't, and he understood the glares whenever he saw those doing them.
