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... Cup Final Begins

Wembley’s tunnel was damp and echoey, filled with the smell of concrete and nerves. The roar of the crowd rumbled in like a wave. Crawley’s players stood in line, their red kits bright under the flickering lights, each wearing wristbands stitched with "Crawley."

Max stood at the front, his captain’s armband tight on his arm. His lucky painted stone was taped inside his locker, and his jaw was set with focus. Thiago bounced on his toes, a confident grin on his fac ...

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