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... minute. His hair was still damp from warmup, jersey clinging slightly from the cold. The ball popped loose off a heavy Partizan touch in midfield—Soro read it like a textbook. First touch, clean. Interception complete. The second, a short pass to Ethan, simple but sharp. The third—pressure came fast. He held his body over the ball, arms wide, bracing the contact. The foul was obvious. The whistle came late. Soro didn't flinch.
Michael Johnson's voice cracked through commentary: "He's eig ...
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