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Brighton Catholic didn’t rush it. No screaming charges or desperate scrambles.
They lined up like soldiers, each movement coordinated, rehearsed.
THUMP.
A header—sharp and low—came from one of their center backs.
But Cael was already moving.
He lunged down and caught it clean, both gloves smothering the ball just before it kissed the grass. His body slid an inch over the line, legs tucked in tight like a coiled spring. Then—
"MOVE!" h ...
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