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... energy, was eerily silent. I had called an emergency team meeting for Sunday evening, my last night in Manchester before leaving for St. George’s Park.
The lads sat on the worn plastic chairs, their faces a mixture of confusion and apprehension. They knew something was up. The celebratory mood of the past twenty-four hours had evaporated, replaced by a tense, nervous quiet that felt heavier than any defeat.
I stood in front of them, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapp ...
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