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... im. The fear was still there, but now it was mixed with a cold, hard anger. He was tired of being the "reject," the "wunderkind." He was a footballer. And he was here to fight.
The second half began, and Dortmund was a different team. They were more direct, more aggressive. Mateo was a phantom, his movement now a constant, nagging question that Madrid’s midfield couldn’t answer. He was no longer trying to beat them with skill, but with intelligence. He drew fouls. He created small pocket ...
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