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Chapter 177: Rising Spurs 1
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... few jerseys were peeled halfway off.
Mahrez sat beside Kanté, face taut now, not smiling anymore. He muttered something in French — likely about Dier's deeper positioning or the spacing out wide. Kanté, still pacing lightly in front of his bench spot, gave a short nod.
Across the room, Albrighton leaned forward, elbows on knees, wiping sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his kit. Simpson sat with a towel over his neck, breathing hard through his nose like he hadn't quite r ...
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