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The morning air at Broadfield Stadium was crisp, laced with the familiar scent of damp grass and yesterday’s rain still clinging to the pitch. Beyond the stands, the quiet stir of Crawley waking up drifted in the hum of early buses, the distant clang of delivery trucks, and the occasional bark of a dog cutting through the stillness. Inside the gates, the ground felt heavy underfoot, the kind of morning that carried both promise and unease, as if the day itself wasn’t sure what it would bec ...
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