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... glow even in the late afternoon.
On the far training pitch adjoining the stadium complex, Barcelona’s players moved through their drills, with the sharpness and intensity that only a final could conjure.
The sharp sound of boots brushing grass, the short bursts of Catalan chatter, and the whistle of an assistant cutting across the air all blended into a rhythm.
On the touchline, Hansi Flick stood, arms folded, eyes tracking a passing sequence between Pedri and Casado.
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