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... ground buzzed with low chatter and the soft hiss of the kettle. No champagne, no press cameras—just mugs of tea, toast, and a bit of laughter. But for Crawley Town, it felt as good as any trophy celebration.
Two days had passed since the win at Weymouth, but the energy still lingered. Simons walked in late, hair damp from the shower, and flopped into the seat beside Luka with a grin.
"You see the replay? That first goal? Poetry."
Luka smirked, sipping from a chipped Craw ...
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