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... still fresh, raw in the minds of everyone who wore the Lecce crest. They’d felt it, that sting, the ache that settled in the chest and refused to leave, the sharp memory of the final whistle and Lookman’s celebration cutting into them every time they closed their eyes.
But if that hurt, the pain had been compounded just the day before, when Lecce faced Spezia in a match they were expected to dominate, to control, to win without question.
Instead, they were humbled.
Beaten ...
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