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Eighty minutes played. Nine men on the pitch.
Most teams would have parked the bus. They would have protected the respectable defeat.
But the Misfits were not most teams.
Michael Sterling stood on the touchline. The rain soaked his suit, but he didn’t feel it. He felt the electricity. The Fortress was not just a stadium anymore; it was a living, breathing creature, and it was screaming for blood.
"ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!"
The chant was simple. Pri ...
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