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... > What started as a drizzle over the training pitch soon turned into a full downpour, slicking the grass and soaking through jerseys.
But the session didn’t stop.
If anything, it got louder, boots splashing, voices cutting through the wet air, the smell of rain thick in every breath.
Izan was in the middle of it all, grinning like someone who didn’t care about getting drenched.
He had been sharp all evening, but now, under the floodlights and rain, it was like som ...
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