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... harp and clear above the rolling chants.
Martinelli had the ball in his hands near the touchline, eyes flicking between the moving shadows in Arsenal’s black away kits.
He rocked back and forth on his heels, shuffling momentarily, weighing his options.
Then, with a quick whip of his arms, he hurled it toward Rice, who took a touch, but that was all it was, a touch, before he swung his boot through the ball, sending it arcing high into the Madrid box.
It dropped in ...
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