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The crowd rippled in colour and motion, flags whipping, scarves raised high, the noise swelling with each second as the tunnel doors stirred.
Then the first boots touched the turf.
The stadium roared as Arsenal’s line emerged, a tide of energy washing over the players.
Izan was near the front, his gaze lifting toward the endless tiers of faces surrounding the stadium.
Up in the stands, phones flashed, almost like every fan was trying to keep a piece o ...
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