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... two sides. The sun had dropped lower since the morning warmups, turning the pitch gold where the light hit. Shadows stretched long over the half-field setup—cones tight, mini-goals at either end, and tension stitched into the air like static before lightning.
Michel walked with the clipboard under his arm, calling names without pause.
"Evra. Plasil. Zikos. Nonda. Left bibs."He pointed with his chin toward the half already marked with red cones.
"Giuly. Rothen. El Fakiri. ...
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