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... rough the halftime silence.
Players lifted their gazes from their boots, hands, and the floor where they had been staring for the past ten minutes. The dressing room felt like a funeral. Cold concrete walls surrounded them, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the smell of defeat hung heavy in the air.
"Formation changes to three-five-two," Yves continued, grabbing a marker and wiping the tactical board clean. "Givet drops back. Rothen and Evra push higher. We need to flood th ...
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