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... blow. Steel meeting steel.
Every sprint felt like dragging weights. Every breath came sharp, shallow, burning in the lungs.
Sweat clung to skin like battle-worn armor. Legs trembled, lungs begged, but no one stopped.
And then—
89+ minutes.
The ball was with Brighton Catholic.
Rafael Soto. Midfield general. Eyes sharp, but breaths heavy. Even he was slowing now.
Every player on the field looked drained. Gasping. Movements sloppy. Precision f ...
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