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... sides. Burnley had dropped ten men behind the ball, retreating not in fear but in fatigue. Bradford, meanwhile, squeezed them like a vice.
Taylor stepped past the halfway line again, boots soaked, kit clinging to his frame. Rojas darted forward on the overlap, forcing Burnley's winger to chase back—legs already half-dead. On the inside channel, Rin drifted into the half-space, tugging defenders with him like a puppeteer without strings. freёwebnovel.com
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