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... harp breeze curled off the west stand like a blade run flat against skin, dry but insistent. Valley Parade carried the weight of Thursday's triumph still in its bones, but the banners fluttered with something fresher now: expectation. Not hope. Not pressure. Just quiet certainty. freēwebnovel.com
Jake stood near the dugout, coat zipped to the chin, one glove off to flip his notepad open. His notes didn't sprawl. They whispered. Just like his team would.
Four changes. Not rotation ...
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