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A cold drizzle misted over the pitch, blurring the floodlights just enough to give the evening a cinematic haze. The kind of weather that made boots heavy, touches unpredictable, and tempers short. Yet the stands buzzed with something different—hope. Not the kind people shouted, but the quiet kind they carried in how they leaned forward when the ball moved.
Crawley Town. Not just another League Two side scrapping for survival anymore. Not tonight.
Niels stood n ...
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