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... black. The only light came from the massive floodlights of the Sterling Era Training Complex which cut through the morning fog.
It was 6:00 AM. But the pitch was full.
Michael Sterling stood in the center circle. He wore a thick black coat and a beanie hat. He held the Golden Whistle in his gloved hand.
He blew it.
TWEEEEET!
The sound echoed off the metal walls of the indoor facility.
"Again!" Michael shouted. "Faster! The FA thinks you are slow! ...
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