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... pitch. It was cold. He was covered in mud. And he was holding a white letter.
A lion was on the front of it. Three lions.
England. Under 21s.
He walked, his legs feeling like they were not his, back to the locker room. He was a ghost.
The room was almost empty. Mark was there. He had finished his extra running. He was covered in sweat, his face red. He was angrily trying to clean his silver boots.
"What is that?" Mark grunted, not looking up. "A bill? You ...
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