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... sun hadn't cracked the horizon, but Niels was already wired, his eyes burning in the dim glow of Broadfield Stadium's tactics room. The heating unit hummed, a low pulse filling the quiet, his half-drunk coffee growing cold beside a whiteboard crammed with lines, arrows, and jagged scribbles. His handwriting, quick and a touch crooked, traced Wrexham's patterns from their last three matches: high pressing, fullbacks bombing forward, diagonal balls slicing into half-spaces with surgical precision. ...
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