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... tration. Not the kind that broke teams, but the kind that sharpened them.
Jake Wilson sat near the front, arms folded, staring out the window though there was nothing to see but darkness. The match replayed in his mind in sharp fragments—Obi's miss, Richter's shot off the bar, Fletcher's desperate lunge before Rapid's counter. It had been so close.
Behind him, the players were lost in their own thoughts. Some had headphones on, drowning in music. Others sat in silence, gazing at ...
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