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... r his mouth, reinforcing the idea that no foul had been called. He made a pushing motion with his palms, then sharply pointed toward the ball, signaling: Focus there, not on me.
Even Neil Lennon, who only moments earlier had been writhing on the ground as if in agony, suddenly leapt to his feet with a near-Deadpool-like recovery and flashed a confident thumbs-up.
The sight stunned the Barcelona players, silencing their complaints before they could even form.
All eyes snap ...
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