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... > Instead, it felt like a warzone.
Not of violence—but of pressure.
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Welcome to the Top
The Portugal U17 training facility in Oeiras was pristine. Fresh grass. Flawless kits. Nutritionists, analysts, even a sports psychologist.
But the real difference?
The players.
They were faster. Stronger. Smarter.
And they didn’t care who Tobi was.
"You’re that Sporting midfielder, right?" a striker from Porto asked during warmups. ...
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