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... , was a place that had always felt slightly intimidating to me. It was the cathedral of English football, a sprawling complex of immaculate pitches, state-of-the-art facilities, and a quiet, almost reverent atmosphere that reminded you of what the game was supposed to be about.
The Hilton hotel attached to the site rose above the tree line like a sentinel, and the indoor pitches gleamed under floodlights that never seemed to dim. Every major England squad, from the seniors to the youth t ...
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