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... ematch, I woke up with a knot in my stomach that felt like I had swallowed a football. Not the modern, perfectly spherical kind. The old leather ones, the ones that absorbed water and weighed about three stone by the end of a rainy match. That kind of knot.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of my grotty flat, and I could hear Raj snoring through the paper-thin walls. Outside, Manchester was waking up to another grey, drizzly Sunday. Perfect football weather. Perfect weather for a tact ...
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