Silence. Then Zaha, because it was always Zaha: "Are we going to be famous, gaffer?"
Light laughter. The tension was cracking.
"Wilf, you're already famous. The question is whether you want to be famous on a streaming service with a hundred and fifty million subscribers."
More laughter. But underneath it, the real questions. I could see them forming on faces around the room. The nervousness. The self-consciousness. The worry about what a camera would capture that they didn't want captured.
Professional footballers spent their lives performing in front of sixty thousand people on a Saturday afternoon, but the idea of a camera in the canteen on a Tuesday morning was a different kind of exposure. Matches were controlled. Training was not. Matches had a script. Life didn't.
"Let me tell you what this actually means in practice," I said.
