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... d through the hotel corridor side by side, shoulders square, heads held with that purposeful air they always carried.
Odegaard trailed just a step behind them, his gait careful, like he didn’t want to draw attention.
To anyone watching, it might have seemed like three men taking a quiet stroll after dinner.
But to the players waiting inside the lounge, it looked more like they were sneaking in through the back door of their own house.
"Mr Arteta and Mr Carlos," Sa ...
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