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... itch and the fans screamed so loud that the grass seemed to vibrate.
It was a Tuesday night. It was cold. It was raining. It was the perfect night for a war.
Michael Sterling stood in the technical area. He wore a long black coat that reached his knees. He looked calm but inside his chest his heart was beating like a drum.
Ninth place.
The table did not lie. Barnsley had slipped. The magic of the start of the season had faded. Now they had to fight in the mud.
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