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... harp, clean cut through the roaring cacophony of the Etihad.
It is the sound of the beginning, the single note that starts the symphony of battle. And as the sound reaches my ears, standing on the precipice of my technical area, the world seems to fracture, to fold in on itself, and for a fleeting, disorienting second, I am not here at all.
I’m back in my room at The Lowry Hotel, just a few hours ago. The pre-match meal is a warm, settled feeling in my stomach, the tactical brief ...
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