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... what a press! He snatches the ball right off Fred's boots like candy from a child!"
Fred, casual again near the halfway line, tries to pivot out of trouble, but Bardghji closes the gap in two steps—clean, sharp, no foul—just hunger. He strips the ball and surges forward like a coiled spring snapping free.
Darke:
"Just look at this—he's driving now, head up, options left and right…"
He delays for a beat, dragging Djiku toward him—then squares it across the top of t ...
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