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One golden moment
on the turf it all came together. Positions Speed Force Angle A perfect serve from the wing. The ball seemed to fall forever 'gainst that shiny bald head. With every muscle in his body tensed the attacker made a nod like a whiplash into that exact space between the poles. Unreachable. It took a while before the world started turning.
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