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... m of wasted chances, the door cracked open.
Julian stood in the center, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his jaw.
The rhythm of the match had shifted again, the defenders weary but still clinging, like men clinging to a wall in a flood.
He felt the pull in his body, the call of the pitch.
Leo darted up beside him, the two of them sliding roles without a word.
Striker and playmaker—no fixed line between them. Noah waited wide left, Felix cutting sharp on ...
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