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... his mind.
He spun towards Albert Stuivenberg, who was huddled beside the staff screen, checking updates from the other group match.
"Albert, what’s the score?" Arteta asked, his voice quick, almost clipped from the adrenaline.
Stuivenberg glanced up, headset half-off, the faintest hint of a grin breaking across his usually composed face.
"Al Hilal drew. Two–two with Pachuca."
Arteta froze for a heartbeat.
Then, as realisation sank in, he let out a ...
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