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... ck to City’s defence. The chess match began.
The last time I had stood on this touchline, four months ago, I had been a twenty-seven-year-old in an academy tracksuit managing a team of players who mostly aren’t at the club anymore.
Cabaye, Flamini, Delaney, Puncheon... veterans who had given everything they had left just to survive. That night, we had parked the bus, defended for our lives, ridden our luck, and stolen a 1-0 win that felt like a bank heist.
It was ugly and ...
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