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... he ball was already out.
Or so they thought.
Lamine Yamal, quick as ever, lobbed it back into play from the corner, and Izan had already moved.
A flash of red near the corner flag. His body twisting mid-air, his boot stretching out—
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A touch so absurdly delicate, so precise, that the ball obeyed him as if bound by unseen strings.
The stadium gasped.
The French defense barely had time to react before Izan shifted his weight, balanci ...
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