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... ’s left. Chapman turned late, dragged into a sprint after a heavy second touch from AZ’s winger. It was recoverable—just—if he judged the angle right. One more stride, and he lunged, back leg stretched across the line of the run.
The contact came too soon. A clipped heel. The winger dropped—not theatrically, just cut down mid-turn.
Jake stepped once toward the edge of the technical area. He didn’t raise his voice; his eyes were already following the ref.
Whistle. Arm up. ...
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