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... s rolled through the familiar streets of Crawley, but something about today felt different.
Usually, the ride was filled with lazy jokes, light chatter, or the hum of music.
But now, a quiet tension hung in the air.
The jokes still came, but they were shorter, more forced.
Most of the players just stared out the windows, lost in their own heads thinking about the game plan, imagining the roar of the crowd, feeling the weight of what was ahead.
There was a ...
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