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The Carrington meeting room was still—too still.
Rúben Amorim stood at the front, arms folded.
"You know what I hate the most about football?" he asked.
No one answered.
"It doesn’t wait."
He stepped forward.
"Three days ago, we were embarrassed. Nottingham didn’t just beat us—they walked over us. But we’re not here to mourn that."
A pause.
He clicked the remote in his hand. The screen behind him lit up: the Champions L ...
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