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*Fweeeeeeeeeeee*

The second half of the game began at the referee’s signal, and the ball once again began moving swiftly across the pitch.

After recharging, motivating, and inspiring themselves during the break, the players were ready to once again challenge each other to determine who was superior in the remaining forty-five minutes of the game.

Jason was still on the bench and watched the game resume. The manager hadn’t yet deemed it needed for him to be ...

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