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... ocker room felt like a funeral.
Players sat in their assigned spots, some with heads in hands, others staring at nothing, a few stripping off their kits slowly because exhaustion made every movement feel like swimming through concrete.
Nobody spoke. What was there to say? They’d competed, created chances, defended well, and still lost because football was cruel sometimes and margins were measured in millimeters and VAR could take away joy with geometric precision.
Demien ...
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