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... damp morning air, and for a glorious, fleeting moment, my pre-match speech felt like a work of genius. For the first thirty seconds of the game, The Railway Arms were magnificent.
They were a blur of furious, chaotic energy, chasing down every white shirt as if it owed them money.
They flew into tackles, they closed down space, they were a snarling, spitting embodiment of righteous indignation. It was everything I had asked for. It was beautiful. It was also, as it turned out, c ...
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