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... d over the ball, drawing in a slow breath that misted faintly in the cool Madrid evening.
His eyes met Odegaard’s for the briefest moment — a silent confirmation — and then his boot nudged the ball backwards.
The second leg of the Champions League quarter-final had begun.
At first glance, it was a safe start.
A pass rolled behind to the security of black shirts, with red, green and white stripes on the sides, as if Arsenal intended to set their rhythm before ventu ...
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