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... he players were sick of them. We worked on compactness, on communication, on discipline. I was a drill sergeant, barking orders, demanding perfection.
This wasn’t the fun, attacking football they were used to. This was grim, attritional, defensive work. The kind of work that builds character, that forges teams, that separates the dreamers from the believers. By the end of the week, we were a well-oiled defensive machine. We were ready.
Cue the [TRAINING MONTAGE] ...
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