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... in Barnsley red. He felt strangely isolated, separated from the real fans by a pane of glass.
This wasn’t like watching from his father’s box at Northwood, a place of corporate comfort. This was a crucible.
Every single person in this stadium was now indirectly his employee, their Saturday happiness resting on the shoulders of the eighteen-year-old owner they’d only read about in the papers.
Down on the touchline, Arthur looked like he’d been born there.
He exuded ...
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