The interrogation begins the moment I’m in the car. Questions pelt down like rain against the windscreen – relentless, a persistent drizzle that stings. “Two clear chances in the first half…” The accusation hangs in the air even before the seatbelt is fastened. The short journey from the pitch to the driveway transforms into a gauntlet of judgment, a personal purgatory.
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