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... night was anything but calm.
A sea of red and white roared in unison, flags whipping in the cool air, drums pounding in the stands like a war march. The Champions League anthem blared, each note reverberating through the stadium’s steel bones.
On the touchline, Hansi Flick stood with arms folded, eyes sharp, every inch the general leading his troops into battle.
Across from him, Roger Schmidt bounced on his heels, radiating defiance.
Tonight, FC Barcelona started ...
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