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Chapter 10: Sweat, Drills, and Determination

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The small stadium on the edge of Westbridge felt more like a community field than a professional venue—rickety stands holding maybe eight hundred souls on a good day, chain-link fencing around the pitch, floodlights that flickered when the wind gusted too hard. No television cameras. No visible scouts in sharp suits. No one who mattered, except the players who still believed they could matter.

Perfect.

Marc arrived forty minutes early, duffel slung over one shoulder, hood up against the persist
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