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... urth row.
A Valencia scarf twisted in his grip.
"Just get the next five minutes right."
Mestalla wasn’t silent, but it wasn’t erupting either.
The volume had dropped into something more dangerous: tense hope.
Because Izan had just turned them inside out, and the stadium—no matter how tribal—knew greatness when it walked past.
But football has a short memory, and the crowd now turned its eyes forwa ...
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