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... wept the outside of his right foot against the ball.
It curved.
Hard.
A trivela, pure and perfect, like an artist curling paint into an empty canvas.
The ball spun violently in mid-air, curling outward and wide toward Arsenal’s right flank.
"What a ball! Outside of the boot! That’s outrageous!"Jim Beglin shouted now, almost startled,
The crowd gasped in tandem as Martinelli, who had just crossed the halfway line, saw it coming—spi ...
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