Suddenly, a player takes a long, powerful shot, rocketing it past the startled keeper and into the net. Neymar whoops, releasing Leo's knee- only to sling an arm around Leo's shoulders, pulling him into a hug and messing up his hair with the other hand.
Leo feels a slight blush creep up his face at the sudden contact, trying to breathe under Neymar's enthusiasm and blur of limbs.
"Why are you so excited, anyway?" He manages to gasp out, "you don't even watch premier league."
Neymar beams at him. "You know the dude who just scored, right? Coutinho? Yeah, well, we used to be bros. Back home, in Brasil."
"Yeah, right."
"No, seriously! I have like, photos and stuff, man, we still keep in touch.