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... .Today, a special practice match had been matched between two mixed teams from different training groups.But this wasn't just any other match.

Ten gloves stitched by RajCraft were going to be used by real players , not Raj, not his close friends, but others who had never seen them before.It was the first true test.The academy wanted to see how the gloves held up in actual game conditions.Raj watched from the side bench, arms crossed, heart heavy but face calm.Each glove had been placed i ...

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