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... ith every sinew straining.
The ball skidded away from the crowded box—straight to Izan.
The 17-year-old’s boots kissed the ball in stride, and his head snapped up once.
Space. There was space.
The pitch stretched before him like an open highway, and like an F1 car, suddenly taken from a school zone into the Intelagos, Izan shot forward.
"And now Izan... oh my word—look at him go!" Robbie Savage roared.
The stadium’ ...
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