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... e tunnel.
Their players jogged out with fixed expressions—some steely, others hollow—as if trying to outrun the echoes of the first half.
The crowd stirred faintly, a murmur of recognition, not expectation.
Peter Bosz remained by the touchline, arms folded, jaw tight.
His eyes scanned the far tunnel, waiting.
Moments later, Arsenal appeared.
The noise inside the Philip Stadion swelled.
Not with hope, but memory of what they’d just witnessed ...
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