PREVIEW
... dn’t look like a storm anymore.
AZ had the ball. That was clear. They moved it side to side, back and forth—fifteen passes in a row without interruption. But they never touched the box. Not once. The crowd watched, voices rising when it reached the final third, then fading again as the pass went sideways, or back.
Barnes didn’t drop deep. He stepped out instead. Arm up, voice sharp, pointing not once but twice—at Kang, then Lowe. His line stayed high. Not reckless. Composed. Defi ...
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