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... Michael stood in the glass-fronted director’s box, looking out at the endless, suffocating sea of red.
75,000 people, a roaring, breathing monster, all expecting a slaughter.
The sheer scale of the place was designed to intimidate, to crush the hope of any visitor before a ball was even kicked.
Down in one far corner, a tiny pocket of 3,000 Barnsley fans, a defiant splash of red and white, sang their hearts out, but their voices were swallowed by the noise.
Michae ...
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