The Emirates was already alive by the time Spalletti and Piatelli reached the viewing room.
The noise followed them through the corridors, occasionally muffled by concrete walls before returning whenever another doorway opened.
The glance expanse wrapped around the corridors became hard to ignore for Piatelli, who kept staring through it.
"I never thought a football match would be the reason I came back to England," he muttered. "Not after more than five years."
Spalletti heard him and smiled faintly.
"You say that as if you were dragged here."
Piatelli gave him a sideways look but said nothing.
After that, Spalletti looked ahead again, then briefly to his right before looking ahead again.
Soon enough, they entered the viewing room, and when they did, Spalletti slowed near the doorway before looking at the man who had been walking alongside him and Piatelli.
"How does it feel being in a stadium again?"
Spalletti watched on as the man smiled and then shook his head.
