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... g grass, and the steady rhythm of the ball snapping between boots.
The autumn air carried a bite, and the morning mist clung low across the pitch, softening the edges of the world around them.
Leo was on his third full sprint of the session, sweat beading down his neck as he drove the ball past Jack Whatmough, who lunged in but was left spinning on his heel.
Leo feinted once more, his low centre of gravity carrying him away just in time before Whatmough called out breathl ...
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