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... n certain nights. Not the brittle kind that snapped at your fingers, but the kind that wrapped around your ribs and pressed in, low and steady. It soaked through coats, gloves, skin. Jake Wilson stood at the edge of his technical area, feeling it settle deep in his chest, a pressure he didn't bother fighting.
Top of the league, unbeaten in ten, and Leicester had come swaggering into Bradford like victors waiting to be crowned. Their warm-up was casual, confident, a show more for the came ...
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