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... had slept in a washing machine.
His ribs were bruised from the elbows. His shins were blue from the kicks. His kit from the night before was probably still wet.
But he was happy.
He walked into the recovery room at St George’s Park. It was quiet.
Harry Kane was there, sitting on a foam roller. He looked tired.
"Morning, Captain," Alex said, stretching his stiff arms.
"Morning, Professor," Harry groaned. "How is the body?"
"Stable," Alex sa ...
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