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... heavy air, sharp as a blade. "Lads, they’ve hit us hard, took Nate out, but we’re still standing. Kieron, you’re holding the midfield, keep that steel. Max, lead ’em, no more fights, just play. Thiago, Luka, hit their gaps, make ’em pay. This half’s ours, for Nate, for Crawley." Max’s nod was iron, his knuckles still red from the brawl, Thiago’s glare fierce, icing his ankle but unyielding. Kieron, thrust into the fray, sat taller, his Barnsley tackle a badge of grit. Baxter’s Scouse grunt, "We’ ...
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