"This is probably it," Izan muttered as the game restarted after Palmeiras's own goal.
"You think so," Gabriel muttered, while Izan just nodded.
Back on screen, Chelsea had done well to steady themselves after Palmeiras' equaliser, but the breakthrough, or rather, the gift, had come late.
Weverton's unfortunate own goal in the eighty-third minute had sealed it, a mix of bad luck and the pressure of tired legs.
For another quarter of an hour, including added time, the Arsenal players sat watching, murmuring among themselves, the tension of the match slowly fading as the clock wound down.
Palmeiras threw men forward in the dying minutes, trying to nick something back, but it wasn't to be.
When the whistle finally blew, confirming Chelsea's 2–1 victory, the camera panned across blue shirts hugging and high-fiving, while the Palmeiras players slumped to the pitch, frustration written across their faces.
