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... back straight, hands folded. There's a quiet tension in the room—not nerves, just presence. The captain's armband rests between them on the table, like a silent co-host.
Host (smiling gently):
"Nathan, you've played in every division with this club. But where did it all really begin for you?"
Barnes (without hesitation):
"Honestly? The car park behind the East Stand. I was fourteen. Scared stiff. My trial wasn't even meant to happen that day. I was a late call-in ...
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