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... I let them have their moment the back-slapping, the high-fives. Sakho was holding court in the corner, his laughter echoing off the tiles.
Zaha sat with ice on his ankle, a quiet satisfaction on his face. Rodríguez leaned against the wall, water bottle in hand, looking like a man who had done this a thousand times. Because he had.
Then I stepped into the middle of the room. Silence.
"Good half. But the game’s not over. And we’re about to change."
I walked to the ...
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