By the next morning, the sun had barely lifted, but the team was already outside the hotel stretching along the pavement while Arteta checked his watch.
He watched as the groggy expressions on the faces of his players get washed away by the stretches, and once everyone settled, he gave a short nod as they set off through the town in a steady group jog.
Locals spotted them almost immediately, with a few early commuters pausing near street corners and nudging each other gently when they realised who was running past.
No one approached or shouted; they kept a respectful distance as phones came out quietly, held low or raised discreetly for a quick picture or a short video as the squad moved down the sloping streets in their matching training kits.
The run didn't last long, but it warmed everyone up enough to shake off whatever travel still clung to them.
