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... he air inside heavy, almost waiting for them.
No one needed to look up to know Arteta was already there as his shadow stretched across the tiled floor, arms folded, jaw tight.
The low hum of Anfield outside seemed to bleed faintly through the walls, mocking in its persistence.
One by one, the players filtered in.
No banter, no muttered jokes.
Just the scrape of studs against the floor, the hiss of water bottles being pulled open.
A glance here, a g ...
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