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... eads across the emerald pitch.
Sommer shuffled on the line, gloves twitching, reading every muscle in Morata's stance.
Then came the whistle.
And Morata struck it.
Not with brute force, not with flair but with conviction.
The ball sliced through the air like it knew where it belonged—bottom left, low, and curling just outside Sommer's reach.
The Swiss keeper had guessed right but was a fraction too late.
GOAL.
The net rippled. The r ...
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