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... d tight, coat zipped high against the biting cold. But his focus wasn't on the weather. His sharp eyes, honed by decades in the trenches of professional football, were locked onto the pitch — tracking every movement of Number 37.
Utrecht wasn't just holding on anymore. They were dictating. The game had a new pulse, and it beat through that boy — the Kenyan kid wearing red and white like he'd been born into it. Every pass, every turn, every pocket of space that opened and closed — Amani w ...
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