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In the silence of the film room later, Tony watched the replay. The subtitles scrolled by: Σε οποιαδήποτε δοσμένη Κυριακή . He smiled. They had found their inches.

The stadium was a concrete coliseum, vibrating with the roar of sixty thousand souls. In the locker room, the air tasted of wintergreen, sweat, and unspoken fear. In the silence of the film room later,

"Look at the man next to you," Tony rasped, his voice sounding like gravel under a tire. "In this game, we either heal as a team, or we die as individuals." the air tasted of wintergreen