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... When the final whistle blew at Priestfield Stadium, it felt like a physical release. There were no cheers from the players just bodies sinking to the ground, completely spent.
The rain-soaked, muddy pitch looked less like a field and more like a battlefield they had barely made it through.
In the far corner, a small knot of traveling Crawley fans let out a roar a raw, unfiltered cry of relief that sliced through the silence on the pitch.
At the heart of the defense, Liam ...
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