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... was a necessary balm for the soul, a moment of controlled dominance that allowed us to catch our breath and rotate the squad. But as the final whistle blew and the cheers of our home crowd washed over us, my mind was already turning north.
To the grey skies and the red brick of my past. To Manchester. To the city that had shaped me, broken me, and ultimately spat me out. Less than a year ago, I had been coaching Moss Side Athletic in the county league, a ramshackle, semi-professional ou ...
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