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... the rising melody, the sense of occasion filled the tunnel, and for a moment, the noise from the crowd dimmed, as if even the Virage Sud felt the weight of the ritual. I closed my eyes.
I thought about the Railway Arms. The mud. The cold. The sheer, ridiculous impossibility of the journey from a Sunday league pitch in Moss Side to this tunnel, in this stadium, on this night. The anthem swelled, and I opened my eyes, and the two lines of players began to move.
We stepped out into ...
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