Neymar releases his waist, to grab his face with both of his hands. He smiles joyfully, a wide, pointy toothed smile full of mirth.
"Dude, you never told me you could play that good!"
Leo just grins foolishly, and thinks that Neymar's long tan fingers on his face feels far too intimate for a football match in front of a crowd of people.
He's not left alone with his thoughts for long, however, because a split second after, the others begin to attach themselves to Leo too, ruffling his hair and congratulating him. Even giraffe Geri joins in, giving Leo a grudging smile.
Eventually, they realise that they're still losing and that there's only 7 minutes left.
They disperse, and Leo is still defender, but Cesc whispers to him that he can move forward if he feels like it.