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... late. It was full of steamed broccoli, plain chicken, and brown rice.
There was no sauce. There was no salt. It was fuel, not food.
Harry Kane sat opposite him. The England captain was cutting his chicken into perfect squares.
"Eat up," Harry said. "Fuel for the engine."
"It tastes like sadness," Alex whispered.
"Sadness wins tournaments," Harry replied. "Happiness is for teams that go home in the group stages."
Alex ate the broccoli. It crunched l ...
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