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... , the air thick with the scent of liniment and sweat, yet charged with an exhilarating energy.
Aston Villa had won, and he had been part of it. He looked down at his boots, still slightly muddy from the pitch, a tiny smile playing on his lips. It was real.
"Fischer! Get over here, lad!"
It was John McGinn, his face flushed with exertion but beaming.
He clapped Leon hard on the back, a thump that nearly knocked the wind out of him.
"What a ball, son! You’ve ...
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