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... rom the corner of the hall, Mikel Arteta himself was walking in, sharp as ever in his usual all-black, expression unreadable.
"Ehhh no wayyy," Nketiah whispered, his voice cracking from laughter.
"Coach is actually here?!" Lewis-Skelly clutched Nwaneri’s arm.
The room broke into chaos—players shouting, cheering, some chanting "MI-KEL! MI-KEL!" as Arteta made his way toward the ring.
Arteta tried to keep his poker face as he entered the ring.
For a second, ...
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