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God Of football - Chapter 608: Futile Guilt
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... now, their songs sharper, no longer chants of support but declarations of war.
"¡TRAIDOR!"
"¡MERCENARIO!"
"IZAN, TE ESCUPIMOS!"
They weren’t just chants, they were lashes.
Booing tore down from the north stand every time he touched the ball, even when he didn’t.
It came preemptively now.
The idea of him was enough to provoke.
But not all of Mestalla joined in.
Here and there ...
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