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... ay. The crowd rose with him, breath caught in collective tension.
He didn't blast forward. He paused just inside the box and scanned.
Then floated it.
A perfect cutback. Not a low drive, not a whipped ball—just weightless enough to beg for the right boot.
Walsh arrived at full stride, body angled slightly, balance clean. Side-footed, half-volleyed.
The sound it made wasn't a thud. More a kiss of leather and air.
It skimmed past the keeper.
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