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Chapter 21: First Match In Europe I
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... sure cooker, the walls holding in a storm ready to explode. The players collapsed into their seats, shirts clinging to their backs with cold sweat, the sharp smell of damp grass, and adrenaline hanging in the air like a second skin. Water bottles cracked open in shaky hands, the hiss of escaping air the only sound in the silence.
Nobody dared speak. Coach Pronk's footsteps echoed louder than they should have, hard soles clicking against the tiles as he paced like a lion locked in a too-s ...
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