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... tempo, clinging to skin, shirts, and blades of grass alike.
Every footfall sent water splashing; every pass skidded faster than intended.
It was miserable weather for most—but for Spain, it was a canvas.
And they were painting with fire.
The game had barely resumed from Lamine, almost equalizing, yet Spain's intent was clear.
There was no panic. No reckless reaction. Just a slow, tightening coil of possession, as they squeezed Switzerland further up their ...
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